Eventful Days 2

I forgot to mention one of the many people my sister called before the police. Our mama. My mom was across town maybe 10 minutes away, she hauled ass to get the fucker who came in her yard and stole her grandson's bike. She arrived before the police of course. So now it's a mob of people across the street from where the boy is popping wheelies on Amarian's bike. He still didn't see them. Eventually the police rode pass. WTF??? Dude don't you see us? of course not. Grandma speeds down a one way street and signals the cop to get the boy on the bike. He sees her now, "oh ok than follow me" the cop said, so here is a police car riding down the street and Grandma following the cop IN REVERSE!!!! She was freaking driving down the road backwards. Adrenaline pumping. They went up to the boy and he admitted he stole the bike. But Gma had to check his ass before they left. She made him apologize and checked his ass for trespassing on her property to steal her grandson's bike. I'm sure Amarian won't ever leave his bike unattended again, but I'm more sure that boy won't come back on this block, i'm sure as hell he scared of Grandma.

Eventful Days

My recent days have been filled with drama, excitement, anxiety, tears, screaming, yelling, laughing, me seeing red, heart pumping out of my chest and all unecessarily. I have been making sure I pray to God before I close my eyes at night because I don't know what these events are leading me too. This morning I was awakened by my uncle beating on the door, sleepy eyed and annoyed, I ran to the door. SOMEBODY STOLE AMARIAN'S BIKE!!!! I'll be damned....... I brushed my teeth, grabbed my phone and car keys and headed my sleepy ass out the door to go look for the dude. What was I going to do if I spotted him? well, the way I felt ( a brewing adrenaline rush) I would've put my car in park wherever I saw him. All I could think about was, Amarian is going to be sooo mad when he wakes up, and I have to come out of more money to replace this bike. I never found it, I rode all around the neighborhood peeking in driveways and backyards; nothing, I had to give up. My baby boy had the long face, I told him don't worry i'll buy you a better bike!!! I planned on leaving work going to buy him a new bike, i'll show that mofo that stole his bike. But later on while I was at work my sis called me franic; they saw the boy on Amarian's bike. She followed him and parked so he wouldn't notice her and called the police. Well after she called everyone else first, my sister gets so nervous she calls the police last. lol. Anyway, they hawk eyed the teenager until the police came and MY BABY GOT HIS BIKE BACK!!!! Thank You God. It's a crying shame kids can't leave their things outside in their own backyard and expect it to be there when they return. He leaves his in the yard everynight and this one morning a homeless teenager, whose father is deceased and mother is drug addict decided since someone stole his bike he needed to steal someone elses. He apologized to Amarian numerous times. He got his bike back and an apology that was enough for us. Well for me cause Amarian was all fired up, he was ready to kick some tall ass. LOL