Bayou Blogs

Saturday morning around 3am while I was sleeping, someone (lets just call him cracky) broke into my apartment and stole my bicycle. It doesn’t take much for me to feel happy and thankful. It’s the simple things. I had paid all my bills and had money left over. The weather was perfect for a great JazzFest, 2 of my best friends celebrated birthdays this weekend, another friend got married, me and the old man were happy, no zits on my face, my boss wasn’t annoying me as much, I was feeling like life was good! I Went to sleep Friday night very happy. And then it happened. I thank god that my boyfriend and his 2 dogs were with me. If they weren’t, I really don’t know what would have happened and I do not even want to think about that. The dogs barking woke us up. Very much startled we jumped up and saw my front door wide open. We ran out to the courtyard and there was cracky riding my bike away into the darkness. I don’t care about the bike so much. And he took nothing else. I have nothing else nice for a thief to take anyways. He was probably bumming about that. And I’m sure the dogs scared him off. What is creepy is that a stranger broke into my home!!! WTF??? We immediatly called 911. My bf wanted to go chase him and kill him but I told him not too as we didn’t know if he had a weapon or a gang of thugs with him. While we waited for the cops to arrive, here’s the kicker, the thug came back!!!!?? We were leaning against the front door and he came back and tried to kick the door in!! Was he mad the bike was a piece of shit?? And did I mention me and the bf were naked? At this point I just strated screaming as loud as I could and my bf called 911 again. When I tell you I screamed, it was a constant SCREAM of help help break in help break in!! The 911 operator heard me. My screams scared the thug off again and I woke up my entire building. It really didn’t take the cops long to get there. It only seemed like a long time but it was probably about 10 to 15 minutes. All my neighbors came running outside in the courtyard holding knives, baseball bats, some had guns. My bf and another neighbor chased the thug. (my bf had grabbed some clothes and put them on. My clothes he randomly found on the floor. I remind you we were naked before this and lets just say not every part of my bf’s body was sleeping. My sweatpants were too tight on him and you could tell what body part had been up) They chased him around the building and watched him scale a wall and jump on an adjacent buildings roof. I think he thought he was spider man. My bf and my nieghbor tried to talk cracky down. (the body part had since gone to sleep) At this point they figured out this dude was more than likely effed up on drugs. He had no shirt on and was missing a shoe. Talking but not really making any sense. Cracky roof hopper said he wasn’t coming down. He then tried to open windows up there. There were 2. One was locked. One he opened. Only to find a gun pointed right in his face. The person who lived there heard everything and was ready. When cracky opened the dudes window and a gun was right there in his face, cracky raised his hands and said-”hey dude, it’s just me”. Me? me as in just me trying to rob you? Gun guy yelled-”who the eff are you son?!!”  And then gun guy barreled out of window got cracky to lay on his belly and kept his gun pointed at him. Everyone in my building watched the whole thing as we were right there on the otherside of the fence that separates the 2. Cracky was yelling not making sense and thats when gun guy dropped a bomb. He said- “son, I’m a police officer”. Cracky tried to break into an off duty cops house!!! And I’m happy I have a cop for a neighbor! He’s a big dude too! When the cops arrived, off duty gun cop explained the situation to the on duty cops and then they proceeded to get cracky off the roof. One of the cops told him “you got yourself up there, now get yourself down or you have 2 minutes before we taze you son”. One of my neighbors yelled out “don’t taze me bro”. Yes he did. We were all thinking it and even the cops laughed. No one was hurt even cracky was fine. Except for you know, the crack. Nothing else was stolen from anyone else. Just my bike. Never recovered. We looked. Cracky couldn’t have dumped it too far away. But we never found it. Could be in the canal. Cracky said he knew nothing about any bicycle. The cops said that cracky doesn’t even know his name or where he is or how he got here. I’m kinda skittish about the whole thing but realize it could have been a whole lot worse. My neighbors and I then hung out for awhile after the whole ordeal was over. Vodka and beer and snacks does a home invasion good. We all slept very late the next morning. I’m bikeless now but lucky. It’s a purple girly bike with a pink and white basket. Incase you see it.