First, let me describe my house. I live in what used to be a duplex. It still has that little "lobby" area between two sides of house. I hear the screen door open to the lobby area and figure its our new roomate or something (who is supposed to be out of town). then i hear the doorknob jiggle and someone trying to get in. Now, i'm home alone as all my roomates went home for the superbowl. i hear someone talking (as if on a cell-phone). I unlock and open the door expecting a drunk super bowl party-goer showing up at the wrong house. I live a block away from campus, so i drunk party-goers show up at our house by mistake all the time. I open the door just enough so that my entire body blocks the opening. I'm a pretty big guy. standing there talking to himself is some dude gone on PCP. he has no shoes on and is mumbling something about a blood room. then he asks if i have a couch that he could sleep on.
i tell him, no go away. i close the door and lock it. I hear the screen door open, but i know he hasn't left. just pretended to. I go upstairs to my room to put some shoes on and sneak out the back door with a steel pipe. as i'm walking to the front of my house, i see the guy no where, thinking he's still in the lobby area of my house. just as i get to the front, a cop car shows up. he flashes his spotlight at me, but then drives down the street. i go to where the cop stopped and he was talking to the people living 2 houses down from me. they called the cops because the same dude tried to get into their house. apparently he was going up the street trying to get into every house. the cop and i walk towards my house and the dude is standing 1 house away from mine. the cop stops him, searches him and talks with him a while. another cop car comes and they talk for a while. an ambulance finally shows up and takes the dude away.
not that great of a story, no fights or anything. but a dude on pcp trying to get into your house when you are home alone is pretty weird. that's one for the books, so they say.
i tell him, no go away. i close the door and lock it. I hear the screen door open, but i know he hasn't left. just pretended to. I go upstairs to my room to put some shoes on and sneak out the back door with a steel pipe. as i'm walking to the front of my house, i see the guy no where, thinking he's still in the lobby area of my house. just as i get to the front, a cop car shows up. he flashes his spotlight at me, but then drives down the street. i go to where the cop stopped and he was talking to the people living 2 houses down from me. they called the cops because the same dude tried to get into their house. apparently he was going up the street trying to get into every house. the cop and i walk towards my house and the dude is standing 1 house away from mine. the cop stops him, searches him and talks with him a while. another cop car comes and they talk for a while. an ambulance finally shows up and takes the dude away.
not that great of a story, no fights or anything. but a dude on pcp trying to get into your house when you are home alone is pretty weird. that's one for the books, so they say.
