Ranger
Well-known member
Re: DVX + $13,000 other stuff Stolen 
Norm, I feel your pain. I really do.
When I lived in Hawaii, I rented a house in a nice suburban neighborhood. Unfortunately, there was that one family on the block with questionable activities that had people frequenting their place at all times of the day (and night).
Anyway, one day coming home from work, I noticed stuff laying all over the floor as well as my 29-inch TV lying next to the door. Words can’t describe how I was feeling. It felt like I was violated. The mere thought of some piece of **** rat filth stealing my hard earned stuff tore me up. I had murder in my heart. I called the Honolulu Police Department and they took prints. The police mentioned that thieves often return back to the scene of the crime. Anyway, for the next three days I turned out all the lights, parked my car down the street and waited in ambush with my Sig Sauer P226. Luckily for the thief, he didn't return. After several days and my anger cooling down, my neighbor came by (the local drug dealer Aloha style) mentioning that he knew who broke into my house. Turns out the thief was a junkie and noticed I was military and decided to pay my house a visit while I was at work. My dealer neighbor mentioned he felt guilty because that shitbag thief frequented his house in need of illegal substances.
I called the police again and with my neighbors assistance gave them the thief’s name, his place of residence, and other bit of information. In true police fashion, they did nothing. I was pissed! I was even able to recover part of the stolen items. Sadly, 300 of my precious CDs were gone.
I was an infantry rifle company commander at the time and several of my soldiers volunteered to put a hit on him. While it was fun to entertain the idea, however for obvious reasons it was the wrong thing to do. Instead, my girlfriend at the time was a local wahine and well connected throughout Oahu and the local surfing community and put the word out through underground channels that the thief was a marked man. For months after that I would receive reports that he was living like Saddam Hussein from house to house out of fear of retribution. He would go running in the opposite direction at the sight at some of the local bradas in the hood. We laughed too hard.
The last I heard he was in prison.
Norm, keep up the good fight and keep an eye on your neighbors and friends.
What's that old saying: "Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer"
Norm, I feel your pain. I really do.
When I lived in Hawaii, I rented a house in a nice suburban neighborhood. Unfortunately, there was that one family on the block with questionable activities that had people frequenting their place at all times of the day (and night).
Anyway, one day coming home from work, I noticed stuff laying all over the floor as well as my 29-inch TV lying next to the door. Words can’t describe how I was feeling. It felt like I was violated. The mere thought of some piece of **** rat filth stealing my hard earned stuff tore me up. I had murder in my heart. I called the Honolulu Police Department and they took prints. The police mentioned that thieves often return back to the scene of the crime. Anyway, for the next three days I turned out all the lights, parked my car down the street and waited in ambush with my Sig Sauer P226. Luckily for the thief, he didn't return. After several days and my anger cooling down, my neighbor came by (the local drug dealer Aloha style) mentioning that he knew who broke into my house. Turns out the thief was a junkie and noticed I was military and decided to pay my house a visit while I was at work. My dealer neighbor mentioned he felt guilty because that shitbag thief frequented his house in need of illegal substances.
I called the police again and with my neighbors assistance gave them the thief’s name, his place of residence, and other bit of information. In true police fashion, they did nothing. I was pissed! I was even able to recover part of the stolen items. Sadly, 300 of my precious CDs were gone.
I was an infantry rifle company commander at the time and several of my soldiers volunteered to put a hit on him. While it was fun to entertain the idea, however for obvious reasons it was the wrong thing to do. Instead, my girlfriend at the time was a local wahine and well connected throughout Oahu and the local surfing community and put the word out through underground channels that the thief was a marked man. For months after that I would receive reports that he was living like Saddam Hussein from house to house out of fear of retribution. He would go running in the opposite direction at the sight at some of the local bradas in the hood. We laughed too hard.
The last I heard he was in prison.
Norm, keep up the good fight and keep an eye on your neighbors and friends.
What's that old saying: "Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer"
