Thursday, September 26, 2013

One pretty well knows that one is having a bad day when:

Man reports theft of meth and bicycle to police

A 22-year-old man called police to report a guy named “Jim” broke into his mobile home early Thursday morning, clubbed him over the head and stole his meth and bicycle.

The incident occurred at about 3 a.m. Thursday in the 3800 block of South Broadway, Lt. Steve Kenney said. The victim told police he didn’t know the attacker’s full name, just the name “Jim.”eAfter forcing his way in through the front door, the suspect hit the victim over the head with an unknown object, taking the victim’s meth and bicycle, Kenney said.

The suspect is a white man who is about 5 feet, 9 inches and weighs just 90 pounds, Kenney said. He has brown hair and was wearing blue jeans.

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I had the displeasure to be in the presence of the “I want one of those” early this month and again yesterday. Yesterday the desire wasn’t as strong and I wondered why I wanted it anyway.

There is something to be said for one payday per month.

Just after one o’clock Renter called and asked for help loading cattle, he wanted them at the auction house for the sale Thursday. I almost refused.

That is more understandable when one remembers he comes back home at about six-thirty p.m. from his day job and then feeds.

It was about eleven thirty p.m. when we left the auction house. I was just as happy that he didn’t want to clean the trailer last night. Loading black cattle in the dark isn’t necessarily fun. The barn had no lights. The auction house  didn’t have lights at the unloading dock, either. But that’s a little better anyhow. It does have pen lights and the city lights reflect off the white pen rails.

I may or may not have left myself open to a position on the village counsel. I was tired and the conversation was unfinished when I left it. I’m not sure if I succeeded in defending my position of non-involvement in local politics. I hope I did, but feel I blew it somehow.

I don’t remember, rightly.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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