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Sunday, March 26, 2006

There's a 1st time for everything


Including calling 911. Welcome to the world, baby girl, oh yeah I called 911 last night. I've never had to do that before. Right around 2:30AM I awoke to the melodious sounds of screaming and mumbling, then more screaming, grunting, banging, then screaming again. Once I fully realized that I was, in fact, awake and this wasn't the bad soundtrack to a dream the nerves set in. Screaming, hmmm. Windows are shut, so it's got to be pretty loud. OK, Melissa, listen closely and see if you can make out what the words are, if there are any. The words were surprisingly easy to understand. I heard them clear as day. They consisted mostly of a woman screaming at full volume, "C'mon! Let me in! Nigga, you best open this door! Open this fucking door! C'mon now!!" In case you haven't figured it out yet, this was no friendly exchange. I don't believe it was a sober one, either.

The woman's voice was followed by a man's, somewhat muffled, yet still clearly understandable. "Bitch, you ain't even gone act like that! I can't beleee you! How you even gone act like that? You don't want in here, bitch. I'll fucking kill you, bitch! I... will... fuck... ing... kill... you!"

Nice, eh? She kept beating on the door and begging him to let her in and he kept insisting he'd end her life. The fact that she kept trying to get in makes me immensely sad, but this is what women with no where else to go do. Well, that went on in one form or another for about 10 minutes and then it dawned on me - he might actually kill her. This could very well culminate with gun shots and sirens. Not really the way I want to spend the wee hours of a Sunday morning. This is going to sound a bit heartless, but there are several motels about half a block from the new apartment on Biscayne Blvd. that don't exactly have the most upstanding of clientele (dealers, hookers, you get the point) and if they want to shoot each other up I'm not exactly going to mourn their loss. However, it's the middle of the night and someone may seriously get shot half a block away from where I'm trying to sleep. I decided I'd call 911 to perhaps keep someone alive for one more night (until the next crack binge and fist fight) and maybe get a few more winks.

After putting me on hold for about a minute, the dispatcher takes the info, says they'll send a squad car, then tells me that if I'm able to get a physical description to call back. I replied, "No offense, but I'm not going out there." After about another 20 minutes the screams died down and the man and I both fell back asleep. About an hour later it started up again and lasted for about a half an hour. Then again at 4:15, but after that my body was so done with being awake that I slept through whatever else may have happened. There was never any indication that the cops came. Nice. Thanks, Miami's finest. It's one thing to be a resident who's sick and tired of the bad element in this city, but it's another to have a police force that blatantly ignores it. Protect and serve, assholes. Ever heard of it?

10 What people are saying:

Blogger Bright-Eyes rambles...

Oh, I thought you were back already....

yea, that shit happens.
But if you were in a white neighborhood and twisted your ankle, they would be there before you could say "I think I scuffed my prada sandals!"

Sad, but true.

Glad you are safe, though....

3/26/2006 03:33:00 PM

 
Blogger Bright-Eyes rambles...

PS- you have to show me how you get pics in your post. That is pretty awesome!

3/26/2006 03:34:00 PM

 
Blogger Melissa rambles...

I WANT PRADA SANDALS!!!

Sadly, no white 'hood would allow these motels to stay in existence. In fact, no Cuban 'hood would, either. There's nothing like this in Little Havana, that's for sure. But little Haiti? People around here don't give 2 shits about anything. Well, except cooking, and speaking of... it smells like corn chips again. Yuck.

OK, it's easy to post pics. In your compose window when you're making an entry there are a few icons at the top of the text box (italics, bold, etc.). One looks like a little framed picture. If you have a pic on your computer that you'd like to post just click that icon and it'll walk you through uploading the file. If you want to find a pic online to use, I think Google images is the best for searching. Save the image to your desktop and after you upload it just delete it from your system. That's my routine.

3/26/2006 04:00:00 PM

 
Blogger Jenn rambles...

Nice. When I was 19, I called 911...because my house was being robbed. I lived in downtown Denver...like 10 seconds away from the police station. It took them 40 minutes to get to my house. (Wasn't the best neighborhood.) I watched out an upstairs window as 2 guys took everything of value (maybe a stereo, VCR, TV, Caller ID machine..hey, I was only 19!) down the alley behind my house. I was PISSED when the police finally got there. They were trying to calm me down and I wanted to punch them! Anyway...I can totally understand the frustration! I hope that lady was alright.

3/26/2006 08:53:00 PM

 
Blogger Bright-Eyes rambles...

Rock on..pics here I come!

Well soon you will be in nyc where cops...well, where we hate them, really.

ha!

3/26/2006 09:34:00 PM

 
Blogger Deadly Female rambles...

*waves hello*

3/27/2006 06:54:00 AM

 
Blogger a fish on a bycicle rambles...

Luvverly.

It sounds like where I live, there's something comforting about the whump whump whump of a police helicopter hovering overhead in the early hours of the morning don't you think?

3/27/2006 09:02:00 AM

 
Blogger krisbtterfly rambles...

police helecopters in DC usually mean a bomb threat that they haven't notified the general public about.

3/27/2006 09:20:00 AM

 
Blogger Di rambles...

Good Lawd,'ave mercy.

The police here would have responded. My brother is a cop here...I get to hear all sorts of interesting stories.

Lots of things like "I thought I was going to have to shoot the bast**d, if he didn't put the machete down." But the worst ones are the calls about people dying at home alone. You don't even want to know what happens to a body a week after you die in 90-100 degree temps. Shudder.

I have a cousin who is a cop where and when Lorena Bobbit did her deed....the jokes he had to endure. :)

3/27/2006 11:50:00 AM

 
Blogger Melissa rambles...

I dated a boy in blue for almost 5 years, so I know more stories than I'd care to about decomp and dead people and crime and gang fights (the machetes are the worst! they cut each others' arms clean off!!!). That was a stressful 5 years! haha

3/27/2006 11:55:00 AM

 

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