“to detain the individual from escaping you”
So, I went to the Neighborhood Watch meeting tonight, mainly because Tristan said that I should, and because I figure if I want to get the rest of the neighborhood to band together to start a violent revolution, I’d better meet them all.
Unfortunately, I had forgotten how much I loathe meetings. My friend David was there for the first half, and we entertained each other, but then he fled, using meatloaf as an excuse, and I suffered alone through the agony.
I was going to give an entertaining and pithy blow-by-blow of the madness, but, honestly, I think I will let my notebook speak for itself:
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June 17th, 2008
Actually, maybe halfway houses do lead to crime. The one time I really was damaged by a con, it was worked by a resident of a halfway house on Harrison in concert with a FBPD officer. And it was definitely a scam and they definitely wanted (and got) money that they had no actual right to. I had a similar scam attempted by a volunteer fireman and a CHP in southern California and they did not get away with it because the local sheriff did an honest investigation. Not so in Fort Bragg. (I will say that some of the officers in Fort Bragg are honest, helpful and caring but not all.)