The ideal start to a vacation is what everybody hopes for. If the night or morning doesn't go exactly as you've dreamed, for the past several months, then you're thinking things got off on the wrong foot. I'm trying not to be so pessimistic so as to think that... right now though - we're all a little shaken.
It was a lovely evening - great to see my grandparents on both sides, everybody laughing and joking - mostly about my 3 days worth of stubble. It wasn't until all the grandparents were in bed that things got crazy. I had just finished brushing my teeth and getting ready for what was already going to be a sleepless night when... walking down the stairs, I jumped at the sight of a man beating on the windows at the front of my house... it's impossible to describe to you the look in his eyes... crazed, tribal madness - he looked possessed as he pounded his fist against the panes of glass and shouted in a loud, hoarse, inhuman scream, "LET ME IN!!! LET ME IN!!!" I felt like screaming - but the mouthwash prevented me. (probably a good thing - would've freaked Grammy out) All I could do was point and slam my shoulder against the door and make sure it was locked. The crazed man ran into our lawn and was tackled and surrounded by about four of his peers. I ran to spit the mouthwash out and told my poor startled mum to call 911.
Running back to the windows I watch scared and confused as I hear screams while the teens (about my age) wrestled in the front ground cover. One of the teens runs up to the door as my whole family seems to get ready to reinforce it... as he ran up, I realized it was my neighbor Josh, whom I have know since before kindergarten. I unlock the door and ask in panic "What the hell is going on?!" "Earl's drunk dude, gosh he so drunk! It's bad, he's so so drunk." Josh ran back to help restrain the crazed teen who was beating off the others like flies and screaming in the worst way. Me and my family watch out the windows waiting and hoping the police would come soon. Earl struggled to get past his peers and staggered up and down our quiet neighborhood street unleashing a profanity tirade against his friends like I have never heard. He almost falls down several times as he continues to scream louder than what I thought possible for a human. We are relieved to see the lights from the police car pull up... But that just turns Earl into another kind of animal. As he hurled his body against a mailbox over and over and over - it became clear that he was on much more than just alcohol - he was high out of his mind on something horrible. The police officer walks up and grabs him by the arms - eventually wrestling him to the ground and handcuffing him while calling for back-up.
We didn't see much more of Earl as he was taken back towards the police cars... We didn't need to see him... the sounds I heard tonight I think will haunt me for years to come. He sounded like an animal, louder than anybody could be without being completely overdosed. Yelling, sobbing, pleading in the most horrible rage I have ever seen. "**** this **** that **** everything!" I heard all that in High School... but what will stick with me is when he shouted and yelped in the most horrible sound "KILL ME!!! KILL ME!!! KILL ME!!! KILL ME!!!" At times all he could do was scream... he was so messed up he couldn't even form any other words. He shouted and shouted that the officer kill him for almost an hour.
The police officers realized he was too far gone, so about 45 minutes after I first saw his possessed face lit up by the light coming from our window, an ambulance arrived. It took about ten minutes to strap him into a stretcher and cart him off, hopefully it wasn't too late... I hope he's okay... but with the non-humanness of his screams as the ambulance pulled away... I don't know...
What makes this worse... I grew up with Earl. I've known him since third grade... me, him and Josh played basketball, foursquare, caught spiders and put them in jars together... Those were the days of innocence... back when his mom was still alive, and his dad volunteered at my school instead of being a homeless drug addict. All that's left is him and his older brother. I'm still awake typing this not only from the adrenaline, the shocked... It's so so so sad... seeing the kid I grew up with, completely gone - overtaken by some horrible drug(s)... pleading that someone should just kill him... It makes me sick...
Man... it's sick what Satan's world can do to man alienated from Jehovah... Can't imagine how awful that would be to be a part of it all... Glad I can say I'm on my way to a convention:)
Some first post eh? Don't worry - it'll lighten up... I promise. Kyle will have happier subjects I'm sure... :)
It was a lovely evening - great to see my grandparents on both sides, everybody laughing and joking - mostly about my 3 days worth of stubble. It wasn't until all the grandparents were in bed that things got crazy. I had just finished brushing my teeth and getting ready for what was already going to be a sleepless night when... walking down the stairs, I jumped at the sight of a man beating on the windows at the front of my house... it's impossible to describe to you the look in his eyes... crazed, tribal madness - he looked possessed as he pounded his fist against the panes of glass and shouted in a loud, hoarse, inhuman scream, "LET ME IN!!! LET ME IN!!!" I felt like screaming - but the mouthwash prevented me. (probably a good thing - would've freaked Grammy out) All I could do was point and slam my shoulder against the door and make sure it was locked. The crazed man ran into our lawn and was tackled and surrounded by about four of his peers. I ran to spit the mouthwash out and told my poor startled mum to call 911.
Running back to the windows I watch scared and confused as I hear screams while the teens (about my age) wrestled in the front ground cover. One of the teens runs up to the door as my whole family seems to get ready to reinforce it... as he ran up, I realized it was my neighbor Josh, whom I have know since before kindergarten. I unlock the door and ask in panic "What the hell is going on?!" "Earl's drunk dude, gosh he so drunk! It's bad, he's so so drunk." Josh ran back to help restrain the crazed teen who was beating off the others like flies and screaming in the worst way. Me and my family watch out the windows waiting and hoping the police would come soon. Earl struggled to get past his peers and staggered up and down our quiet neighborhood street unleashing a profanity tirade against his friends like I have never heard. He almost falls down several times as he continues to scream louder than what I thought possible for a human. We are relieved to see the lights from the police car pull up... But that just turns Earl into another kind of animal. As he hurled his body against a mailbox over and over and over - it became clear that he was on much more than just alcohol - he was high out of his mind on something horrible. The police officer walks up and grabs him by the arms - eventually wrestling him to the ground and handcuffing him while calling for back-up.
We didn't see much more of Earl as he was taken back towards the police cars... We didn't need to see him... the sounds I heard tonight I think will haunt me for years to come. He sounded like an animal, louder than anybody could be without being completely overdosed. Yelling, sobbing, pleading in the most horrible rage I have ever seen. "**** this **** that **** everything!" I heard all that in High School... but what will stick with me is when he shouted and yelped in the most horrible sound "KILL ME!!! KILL ME!!! KILL ME!!! KILL ME!!!" At times all he could do was scream... he was so messed up he couldn't even form any other words. He shouted and shouted that the officer kill him for almost an hour.
The police officers realized he was too far gone, so about 45 minutes after I first saw his possessed face lit up by the light coming from our window, an ambulance arrived. It took about ten minutes to strap him into a stretcher and cart him off, hopefully it wasn't too late... I hope he's okay... but with the non-humanness of his screams as the ambulance pulled away... I don't know...
What makes this worse... I grew up with Earl. I've known him since third grade... me, him and Josh played basketball, foursquare, caught spiders and put them in jars together... Those were the days of innocence... back when his mom was still alive, and his dad volunteered at my school instead of being a homeless drug addict. All that's left is him and his older brother. I'm still awake typing this not only from the adrenaline, the shocked... It's so so so sad... seeing the kid I grew up with, completely gone - overtaken by some horrible drug(s)... pleading that someone should just kill him... It makes me sick...
Man... it's sick what Satan's world can do to man alienated from Jehovah... Can't imagine how awful that would be to be a part of it all... Glad I can say I'm on my way to a convention:)
Some first post eh? Don't worry - it'll lighten up... I promise. Kyle will have happier subjects I'm sure... :)
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Oh my... Well... I won't comment on Earl. I can't imagine how it must have been for you...
It will be great to be at the Convention spending time with Jehovah's people.
Good grief! Just what you need, a bunch of drama before a big trip...
On a lighter note, as far as the beard growing contest goes, my vote is for Grandpa or Jeff. I mean, Jeff did sport the stash for several years... And I'm not sure if Kyle or Derek can even grow facial hair...
Oh, it's Kasey. I'm anonymous.
EEEEK!
Holy Shnikey! Kyle you should be a writer.
I mean Derrick:)
Okay okay so for the first blog we will give Derek four stars, because if we give you five stars you'll think your brilliant. The four stars are for humor, graphic descriptions, and for your ability to keep mouth wash in your mouth for so long. Have you applied to Guinness? We almost gave you four and a half stars but you lost points for the h-e-double tooth picks. Now had you screamed like a girl and run around in circles you would have gotten five stars but...you'll just have to deal. All in all two thumbs up. Have a great trip:)
Welcome to the unglamorous world of travel. It hardly ever goes off without a hitch. One must have a strong constitution to cope with all the snafuus.
Kudos to twintowers!! Funny!
O man that is so crazy that happened to you guys before you left!!! i cant wait to hear more!
Well guys- I'm heartbroken. Never take anything for granted.
Sue
Demon possesion perhaps? Personally I always go for the dramatic beginnings to a trip. I ensure the whole trip will be exciting!
I'm exhausted just reading. How is your mom handling the time change? Is she sleeping?
I asked about the sleeping
Paris! Beautifull! Sounds like your trip is off to a smashing start!
Drink a cup of coffee for me. I heard Parisians make the best coffee!
Hey boys what about the girls ! Don't be shy.
About the BO --- GROSS
Ciao!
HAHA to team garcias comment...hey dont be shy bout taking pix of some cute paris boys too for me! hehehe:)just kidding:)
May Jehovah. . . “guard your going out and your coming in From now on and to time indefinite”. Psalm 121:8
selina- what a wonderful way to start of derek! i agree with twintowers u should have spit the mouthwash all over u and run around like a littl girl! that would have bee funny but that sounds scary! anyway glad u didn't freak out completely or if u did and u just didn't write it :)
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