What did they steal? Oh, a lot of her better jewelry, some of which she’ll never get back because she had them over 40 years. But I want to get to the point of this article – what kind of crackhead gets up with the very intention to steal??? Exactly how did that conversation go?
“D’oh, ah. You know that lady down the street? (I’m speaking in my crackhead voice now).
She be gone at a curtain time. So let us go down der and see wha’ she got.
But her got an alarm, don’t it?
I ‘un care ‘bout her havin’ not alarm. We do it quick, we can beat the po-po der. Let us just steal something quick and light.
Let us see…a TV? Nah, nah, nah. Dat’s too big.
A furniture? Naw, that still to big, ain’t it?
Hmm…(crackhead is now scratching his temple). May have to settle on jew’ry.
Yeah! Dat’s it. Jew’ry! We is so smart! She dun already pulled out the driveway. Is we got ev’rything? Den let’s go!”
Then, I imagine the crackheads walked down the street with their crackhead walk. You know, the way that crackheads do. They busy their little gnarly crackhead fingers and break down gates, glass windows and such. They run like skinned crackheads as the alarm goes off and shuffle to where they think the jewelry is. It’s there. Minutes are rolling by. The alarm is still waling and now the crackheads are beginning to sweat.
They get all they can and out the window they go. Leaving all their little crackhead fingerprints that the officer later lifted and sent in. What will I say to these puppies when and if they are caught and confirmed as the culprits? Oh let’s see, what comes to mind? Oh what name can I call them or will roll off my lips that will wrap up my emotions as well as my Aunt Mae’s?