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Please, learn from my mistakes
12 years ago
All input is appreciated! I had a couple of "friends" about 6 or 7 years ago that I really liked. One would always come over when I wanted him to with no grudge or conflict, and the other was a resource kid (those kids that are mentally challenged but don't belong in Special Ed or the regular classroom). Things were going well, we played games, we hung out, all the good stuff friends do.
Now, here comes the decline, or rather, when I noticed how far down the tube this "friendship" really was from the start.
One cold winter day, I saw an icicle hanging down from the faucet in front of the house. It was about 2 1/2 feet long and more than an inch in diameter at the base. I'd always held a great fascination for the awesome stuff in life, and this was one of those things. I picked it off carefully and showed my "friends" what I had found. They promptly took it from me and started carrying it around on their bikes as they rode around the area in front of my driveway, taunting me with it. I kept asking them to give it back, then telling them to, then finally yelling at them after about 15 minutes of them laughing at me for wanting to keep that icicle. Finally, they shattered it on the ground. That really pissed me off because I kept telling them not to and to give it back to me.
That should have been red flag #1, but I was too stupid at the time to realize what was going on.
Second thing: The one would always promptly leave for no apparent reason after staying a while. Well, sh*t. That should have been a HUGE red flag there. turns out, he was stealing from me when I left the room for ANY amount of time, and would then leave with the loot. I found this out after I walked in on him trying to steal my gold coins. I saw him with his back turned to the door, facing my dresser. I said, "What are you doing?" He turned around, clearly flustered, but tried to play it off, "Nothing." I told him, "Put them back," and he somehow had the nerve to say "Put what back?" I repeated myself, "Put. Them. Back" And he then took the coins out of his pocket and put them back. Now obviously, I was a little paranoid of him at this point, but let him stay a little longer.
I went to the other room (I think it was the bathroom) and when I came back, he was just sitting there, at the wedge of the bed. I sat down on the bed, he got up and said "I'm gonna go home now" I said, "Ok. See ya." Then, as he was just getting to my doorway, I said "Wait. Empty your pockets." He looked at me and said "What?" I said, "I SAID empty your pockets." At this point, I'm betting he was very nervous. He tried walking away, but I grabbed him by the shirt and said it again, "EMPTY. YOUR. POCKETS." At this point, he did. He pulled out both my Nintendo DS's, my Nintendo DSi, my 2 PSP's, at least 10 of my DS games, and about 5 or 6 of my PSP games. I have no idea how his pockets were so deep, but I have had pants that I could fit a whole PS2 game case in, so I know they can get pretty deep. Needless to say, I was really pissed.
I pulled him back into my room, pushed him into the corner, grabbed my GH guitar, and then proceeded to beat him over the head with it, all the while, he's over here giggling like the retarded, thieving faggot he was, like this was some sort of game. He then left, after I made sure he didn't have anything else in his pockets.
Within a week he was back with resource kid (I say that so I don't mention his name, in honor of the deceased, may he rest in peace), and tried to come in. He actually had the nerve to come back over, then had even MORE nerve to ask if he could come in. I picked him up by the shirt, with my mom watching the whole thing unfold, and threw him down the porch steps. (Mom later said she had never seen me so pissed or so adrenaline charged as to pick someone up by the shirt and throw them) He got the message and went home. In the next few days, I realized that wasn't the only time he had stolen from me. I was missing my original Pokémon Silver, $150 CASH I was saving up as a fursuit fund for later on, some of my DS games, some memory cards, including my PSP memory card, and some other things. By the time I was going to confront him, he had moved away. I think he's in Georgia now, but that's only the last I heard.
I asked my other friends that knew him if they were missing things, too. They said they were and I said it was probably that thief's fault. They stood there and sighed, knowing they had also been duped by this a**hole.
Just so you know who to watch out for:
His name is Jacob Aaron Reed (Idk if I spelled his middle name right, and I don't really care, either)
He has 2 brothers: Tyler Reed and I can't remember the other's name
He loves Shrimp ramen noodles
If you know him call the police ASAP and then let me know you've done so so I know justice has been served, or at least attempted to be served, so I can be a little more at ease about this whole thing.
Anyway, what I'm really trying to say here is that you never know who you can actually trust. Watch who you're friends with, watch what they do, and especially, make sure that if you don't trust one of them, have one you can actually trust watch him/her while they are there if you're not in the room. Never tell anyone where your cash is, never show them your personally valuable items, never let them even TRY to get away with anything.
Thank you to anyone who read this and will heed my words
What's so bad is that I actually showed him where the money was. I was to trusting of pretty much everyone back then. Now I have learned not to trust people that much until I know for sure they are trustworthy.
People like him will likely never change, so you have every right to call him what you like ^v-v^