O_______O; I never called 911 until today.
Everything was completely normal. I was watching a local news channel in the evening (maybe I'm old fashioned. T_T) They cover a variety of things on the channel. Mostly events and businesses. When there's a serious crime, they report it. Tonight they showed a photo of a man wanted for a crime against children. He was 5'7", white, curly reddish brown hair, and not in the photo but described, he had a cross tattooed on his left shoulder.
I met my parents for dinner tonight.
We were driving, and my father pointed at this car by the road and made the comment that that guy had been sitting there about 40 minutes (the time between my parents coming and leaving.) I don't usually pay attention to people on roadsides unless they're waving their arms frantically. I looked up to see the person and the car .................
You totally know where I'm going with this by now.
What you don't know about me is that my memory is semi photographic and I am strictly a visual learner. I've spent all of my public school years perfecting the art of seeing something and recounting it perfectly (spelling tests especially.) For a long time I struggled with not trusting my freakishly accurate memory for seen things until in highschool I made a determined effort to experiment with seeing and trusting. The result was that about 4 out of 5 times, my visual memory is accurate.
The man in the car looked like the man from the photo. >< Except that between the photo and today, he must have cut his hair.
His left shoulder was towards the road, the car door was open, he wore a muscle tank top, and I saw there on his arm a 5 or 6 inch tattoo of an ornate cross.
For a minute we kept driving, I was silent, probably making a weird face, inwardly trying to convince myself not to flip shit over a man with a cross tattoo sitting by a roadside checking his phone in a nondescript black car. I told my parents to turn around so I could have another look, so we did. We were going the wrong direction, though, and the door of the car was blocking the man from view.
We rounded another corner, and turned around again (this time with pencil and paper for taking down the car's plate number.) When we went back the other direction for a third time, the man had driven off (after sitting there for 40 minutes, and probably he must have taken off fast, because were only out of view for less than a minute.)
I was in my parents' car. They drive a white Lincoln, which I guess could be construed as an undercover cop car ... but for reals. What are the chances of a dude just sitting there for so long and taking off right at that moment for reasons other than that someone had noticed him? It's POSSIBLE he just decided to leave at that moment randomly .... but FOR REALS.........
Unfortunately I live in a tiny mountain pass with no cel reception. I had to get to the restaurant and dial 911 from a land line.
But even then I shamefully didn't do anything immediately. T_T It was ME who saw the dude, it was ME who saw the photo on TV, neither of my parents could comment on thinking it was him or not. It took five minutes of indecisiveness over suddenly having to DECIDE something so drastic as accusing a stranger of child rape, and even then, I only decided to make the call because even just the slightest chance that he could have had a child in his trunk was making me too sick to eat. ><
I mean, WHAT KIND OF RETARD DOESN'T COVER HIS DEFINING FEATURE (a cross tattoo) AND THEN DRIVES OFF INTO A MOUNTAIN PASS WITH ONLY TWO EXITS? WHAT KIND OF RETARD?
So I was understandably dubious.
But what sort of stellar genius rapes children? Probably the same sort of retard who drives into an easily cut off mountain pass without a cover.
After establishing my lack of emergency and that I thought I'd possibly seen a criminal, the next question was if he had a child in the car with him. O_O;
THAT KIND OF FREAKED ME OUT.
IS IT SUSPECTED HE HAS A CHILD IN THE CAR WITH HIM?
But anyway, I told them what I could. 9__9 which was only to describe the man, the car, and the times we saw him. It was probably remarkably unhelpful, and probably not even the dude the warrant was out for.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT it freaked me out enough to write a journal.
I'm writing this journal now to suppress my rage at myself. I should have been more intelligent and taken a mind photo of his plates. Staring dumbfounded at his face and arm was completely not helping anyone.
///////////// EDIT: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! The thing that's been nagging me since the event is figuring out why a criminal would just sit along a roadside like that in plain view when he's got a working car. 8( I just realized why. The valley is so narrow, there are only a few parts that get cel reception. That one area he was sitting is where everyone goes to get reception. The closest alternate reception area is another 20 or 30 miles away in a more densely populated region.
He could still be a completely random dude! oAo ... A complete random dude who fits the photo and description of a missing child rapist.
Uuuuuuuh I don't want to understand!
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