The rest of the DRAMA!

The first thing out of her mouth was that he had nothing to do with it.

I understand how easy (and sometimes necessary) it is to go in to momma bear mode.
I do it all the time. What I had to ask myself over and over again was what would I do,
If this was the boy? What if this was his shit? What lengths would I go to, to protect him?

I answered my own question. His fucking little ass would not be in bed..he would be out there pointing SOMEONE in the direction of that gun..he would be getting the ass whoopin of his life. I would have figured out from jump that he was involved. I would know this because I am an involved parent. The clues were so obvious. I was shocked that she proclaimed his innocence. And I was pissed.
He would be telling me the goddamn truth.
I also heard that her son was trying to sell the bullets to my neighbor!
WTF??

She became frustrated with me quickly. How DARE I accuse her son of this.
She told me that she would call me back later, (read: I don't want to fucking talk to you, bitch)
I figured that I would not ever hear from her again.

I put on my burglar clothes (dark pants, long sleeves, sweatshirt, and Tims) and a black skully.
I grabbed my cell phone, and Newports.
It was gonna be a hell of a morning, because I was going out into the haunted woods to look for my own shit. (LOL @ baby daddy, always joking back in the day "The FBI called here for you today..they want to HIRE YOU!!" and I know that's right..I have no problem solving a mystery!!)

The gun, as I suspected was nowhere to be found. I knew exactly what the fuck was going on.
It was not out there, and I knew this. But was I the only one? Apparently, because when I got back into the house, my girlfriend called me back.
She told me that the police had been at her house this morning @6am searching her sons room. They also told her that they were coming back this evening to search his room again with the gun dog, and to also search the woods again.

I was furious. Why would they tell her that? Why would they give her the heads up what kind of moves they had planned? What if her son had taken the gun to school and fucking shot someone? I would be all over the goddamn news. Hell no. I was not about to wait for that. I was gonna get this shit solved.

I called the police. I told them that I felt like I was living in goddamn Maybury. And that Barney Fife was leading the investigation.
They were not at all happy with my sarcasm.
I also asked them if they warn everyone that they are about to raid.
I told them that's just like calling a drug house and telling them that they will be there at 6pm to raid their house.
"Does that make any sense?" I asked.
The girl that I was talking to took just a little too long to respond to my question.
I answered my own question for her...."the answer is NO. It doesn't."

And then, I did what any other frustrated citizen would do when the police aren't doing their jobs.

I called the fucking MEDIA. And I told them what was up. And they were quite interested. And I sang like a fucking bird. I told them everything that they wanted to know. They called me back and told me that they were sending the gun dog to the school to do a locker search, and that he would call me back.

Not 20 minutes later, fucking RAMBO was knocking, NO, POUNDING on my door.
I knew from his anger that he knew that the media was involved.
And he did something that almost got his fucking ass beat.
(I will fight a cop!)
He accused the boy. MY BOY.
HE gave me this scenario:
"YOUR SON is responsible for this."
"YOUR SON was outside bragging, "My mamma got a gun! My mamma got a gun!"
"YOUR SON took the gun outside and was waving it around, showing everyone."
"YOUR SON told the boys where to find the gun."
"YOUR SON gave them the key."
He wanted to know.."Where is YOUR SON??"

If looks could kill.. ol'boy would be six feet under. I said
"MY SON is AT SCHOOL..and SAY "YOUR SON" to me one more time motherfucker!
..you don't know what the fuck you're talking about"
I was shocked, but not surprised that came out of my mouth.
(I keep tellin ya'all ya girl is undercover thug)

I was about to step in his face, and my girlfriend got in the middle of us.
She was like..just wait a minute..I think there has been a misunderstanding...

After she explained the dynamics of me, the boy, my girlfriend and her son,
(my son and her son are NOT friends.) He understood.
And he left.

I received a call from the local NEWS. It was a reporter and he wanted to interview me.
I gave him all the latest information, and he assured me that the Police Department was no longer sleeping on this.

About 2 hours later, my girlfriend and her son were knocking on my door.
He was crying. She..well..I don't know what she was. Mad?...maybe.
It seemed very difficult for her to accept her sons responsibility in all this.
She made excuses for him every opportunity that she got. She blamed it on his friends.
She said that even though he let them in my apartment, and he was aware that I was not home, and he participated in going thru my drawers, he was not to blame.
He took nothing.

The police..well..they see a different story. They charged him, and 2 of his friends with
Breaking and Entering, burglary, and Theft of a firearm.
They recovered the gun, and arrested the boys.

The funniest thing of this whole thing, was when the officer came back to my apartment to explain who was charged, and how and when I could get my gun back.
We were standing outside my door, and the boy comes running up.
When he saw us there, he stopped short, and I waved for him to come on..
"Hi Mom" he said very uneasy. "I just came to get my karaoke machine.."
he went inside, and appeared a minute later with it.
"Bye Mom..I'm going back over my friends house to play.."

I looked at the police officer, that just a few hours earlier,
was accusing this same boy of being the mastermind of all this..
I could not resist. I just couldn't.
"There goes the mastermind of this whole thing.." I said sarcastically.
"My gun wielding child..you know..the one that is responsible for all of this?..
Well..he is going to sing karaoke."

The officer looked like he wanted to slap the shit out of me. Or atleast choke me.
~LOL~

I have not talked to my girlfriend since then. She, apparently did not like my attitude towards her and her son..I mean..according to her..they were here to apologize..and I should be more understanding.

She also told a mutual friend, that she wants me to work with her and her attorney, and possibly the States Attorney, to get her son community service, and not have this convicted as a felony. She thinks that it is unreasonable to have this affect him for the rest of his life.

I still believe that neither one of them understand the magnitude of this crime.
But not to worry....they will. And trust me...if I have any say, he will pay for this to the greatest extent of the law. He will be punished.

I believe our friendship is officially over.
And her son?
Well, I saw him outside playing basketball with his friends today,
and his big birthday bash is this weekend.
My girlfriend rented a hall, is having the affair catered, and got a DJ.

I know..let's reward bad behavior with a fucking birthday party.

And we wonder why there are so many criminals in the world.