My differently abled cousin at some point in time around september 2015 was approached by the troopers. And with his out of mind expieriance with meth ended up shooting a 12 gauge shotgun off inbetween the two cop cars. He was taken to jail and then a local mental health hospital and was released. Shortly after.At that point in time everything in a normal family home was total chaos here for my family. Shades pulled in the windows for years. Curtains drawn. Almost like living in a cave or jail. And you sit back and wonder what the real world is really like. Asking yourself if you can remember what it was like to be free. And to let the sunshine bare down on your skin. You are actually paying for a home that you cannot use or enjoy.When you go outside you know someones watching you. And you feel reluctant to turn your back. And constantly on the watch. The thought of a random rogue stray bullet going through my home is a daily thought. And at one point in time. We would have each Different gang going nextdoor to the Meth lab. They would have there turn by the day for thier makings. But they would take turns slowly driving down past our home first and turn around looking up at our house. This was a daily instigation towards my home and family. And its really bad when theres nothing you can do about this. It seemed alot like they would pull this just as it was getting dark. Or even as it was turning day light. So you couldnt see there liscence plate. It was an intimedation tactic. And it scared the wife and daughter. I would still stare back at them. Take snap shots of the vehicles. This is my home. And you do not over rule my thrown. For some reason people really seem to change when they get caught up into the meth business. The guy nextdoor is a serious criminal at this point. And there is so much more inbetween the rough draft i have written so far. But it leads me to the thought of me getting branches and sticks from my woods to start a big fire to produce lots of light in a hurry. I would often have a monster fire ready to be lite in case of a bunch of light being needed. If you ever get yourself in this position which i hope you do not. This is a good way for quik vision in the dark. Anyways after all the tramatic happenings. I decided to break my family of the fear of there own backyard. All right family, i said .We are going to have a fire tonight outside. Like a family should be able to and show these people that we own this property. We no sooner get out around the fire. And we notice people from nextdoor at the meth lab. Heading up towards their run down storage shed outback of there mobilehome. They were watching my family and i. I had been through enough. So i finally yelled acrossed and told them what i thought about there illegal activity. Well the lab owner at this point thought he was god himself. He decides to run down to his truck and take off. He drove like mad man anyways.He was heading the way he always seemed to up the road. Theres another lab up that way as well. Beings that this was not my first clam bake. I told the family to get inside and get 911 on speed dial. I heard the meth lab owners truck coming back down the road moments later but then he was followed by cars and trucks shooting guns off into the woods as they drove there cars. Some of the cars went past our house. And others pulled into his driveway. So i quickly went upstairs in my house. Opened up a window. To hear the sounds of shotgun pumps and other clicking sounds as it was just getting dark. They were on the small road near our border lines and they was entering my property. In this hedge row area lining guys up with guns. I yelled to the wife to dial 911 and she did. At this point it had been a two and half year struggle with the Meth lab nextdoor. And fighting for our Amendment rights and for our home,family and privacy. Which youll find out later. We still do not have.
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