Cops don't do shit

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: : I remember another time 3 years ago when 3 punks held me up with rifles. One got on one side and held the rifle to me and the other did the same on the other side while they had a kid of about 12 or 13 scoop up the money. Cops didn't even search for the car they got away in. They said they did but no luck. The detective who was supposed to come to my house they next day? I had to go to the precinct. : I gave a good description. Det. Fanti turned out to be Det. Phantom and not like the Superhero. Couldn't find them. On the week that the papers said had the lowest crime rate in years and being that I lived in the so called safest part of town anyway.......... you figure it. I can't. : Some guys who fit the description were pulling more robberies and muggings nearby using a similar style but a different precinct. I called Fanti. He gave me the assurance but nothing was ever done. No phone call asking if I could come down and identify anyone. : I want these guys and the no good punks today sent away. : Sorry to ramble but right now I have nothing but the highest regard for Vigilantes. : _Riv : I'm fucking in shock. I got my pocket picked today losing including bank card, credit card, photo id, picture id, social security card and other valuable things. I don't feel like talking much about it. Cops couldn't find me for over an hour and all they did was make out a report. : : Big fucking deal. Report. : : I was on a SRO bus {Standing Room Only}. One guy {and I don't know the type or what does it matter?} kept bumping into me. This guy was short, about 5'1' and wearing a nice shirt and tie. Looked like he was coming home from an office job. The other guy behind him was big and heavy maybe 6 feet and dressed street. They didn't look related but the big guy gave him a few nods as if to say something so I knew they were friends. : : But. : : A third guy was to my left and appeared holding on for dear life. But I dimly remembered his hand on the top of my pocket and thought it was strange and a white cloth in the palm of his that was by my pocket. So I looked at him, he was about 5'10' and wore a blue polka dot shirt but I didn't pay much attention and only recalled it later. : : I wanted to get off that crowded bus. : : At my stop, a lot of the people got off. I noticed my pocket felt light and ran back on. Those guys {I still didn't realize there was any team} must have scattered but one guy said to me {a fourth member? I didn't remember the guy who talked to me when I got back on but I dimly remember another one in there} some guy in a red shirt did something funny and got off. I went running looking for a red shirt that I swear I was going to jump because I don't think I could get anywhere by yelling. And I doubt I would have jumped anyone. : : : : Of course no red shirt. : : _Riv

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