mrginger

A thief should die.

Woes.
March 7th 2009 I was in Arcata for the first time in almost a year.
I came out of the bar where my friends had been DJing.
Next thing I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed in Redding a day later.
My skull had been fractured.
I was suffering from a subdural hematoma.
My heart rate had been 6bpm for long enough to induce a coma.
It was all kinds of a miracle that I was even awake.
Every loud or sudden sound felt like a spike being driven through my brain.
That went away after a few months.
My sense of smell is far from being the same.
The cops didn't know I was life-flighted.
The cops didn't care.
I wrote a supplemental report detailing my experience after the police had left the emergency room in Arcata.
It took a couple of months for the pigs to give me a copy of their incomplete report.
I called the eye-witnesses to find out what happened.
All that the popo had written in their initial report was that I had willingly walked around the corner with a guy that was trying to start a fight with someone else.
That was all 5 other people had witnessed? I had to be sure.
I'll try to paraphrase what I learned from the eye-witnesses.

I came out of the bar. Some thuggish corn rowed meathead dickwad brother was atngonizing berating and threatening this inebraited white fool who'd stumbled into him. The brother was going to beat the fuck out of the white fool. The white fool couldn't stand straight. His friends were scared too. I intervened. I attempted to calm the aggressor down. I seemed to have been successful to the eye-witnesses when me and the black man started to walk around the corner to smoke the joint I had offered. The eyewitnesses were shocked and dismayed when the sick fuck suckerpunched me. I fell back straight as a plank my head hitting the concrete with a boom loud enough to stop the conversation of drunks a half a block away. I lay there still as death and my would be killer ran. He ran away. No one knows who he is or how to recognize him. The pigs launched no kind of investigation. I almost died. I may never know who almost killed me. I wish I did.

I left the hospital to my parents' in beeeeeeautiful Stockton.
Stayed there for a couple months trying to figure shit out, healing.
I went back to Arcata, stayed with my sister, tried to figure shit out.
Nothing happened.
I owed the helicopter company $14000 for the ride.
The Victim Compensation Program wouldn't help me cause of the cops' shitty first report.
I gathered letters from the eye-witnesses.
My friend offered me a landscaping gig in the Bay.
My confidence had been depleted.
I felt no security in using my degrees and credentials to get a job overseas teaching English.
My head was fucked up.
The wind wasn't hitting my sails.
I took the job in the bay.
Starting seeing a girl on a regular basis.
She'd been real special on a very tentative basis for years.
But she'd fretted over me when I'd almost died. The only one.
Now she was so much more than that.
I worked.
I saved.
I bought a new vehicle.
On March 29th 2010 I demolished it.
I drove through a telephone pole and off a cliff.
I survived.
Two weeks later my girl told me she was pregnant.
I saved some more.
I got some family loans.
I had $18000 in cash in a bag in the front seat of my shitty 94 toyota pickup in the parking lot of the novato costco today when we went inside.
My girl left her door unlocked.
When we came out the money was gone.
I don't know when we'll be able to get a place together.
I don't know when we'll get a new car that can fit us and a baby seat.
Nobody cares.
I wish I could write this better.
Nobody cares.