Saturday Night at Village Square Apartments

It started out like a regular Saturday night. Sort of quiet with 2 of the college students apartments having parties.
Lee walked Summer about 11 for the last walk of the night and Lee sees a man being forced to leave one of the parties.

It was cool Saturday night, we didn't know it would get down right frigid, so we had our windows open for awhile and we were in bed watching a documentary.
Then the loud voices started. The fight started (and nearly finished) in my front yard. Straight in front of our bedroom windows we hear the general drunk talk associated with 2 assholes getting drunk and having a fight. Then it got nasty. We looked out when we heard "What are you going to stab me man?" and the other gentleman said "You know I will!".
I turned at that time to call the police because someone was going to die at this rate.
As I turned my back to call 911 the guy screamed, "You stabbed me man, *expletive, expletive*." I have CPD on the phone then and I am telling them what is going on and that the stabbed man was lying on the ground under the parking lot large Auschwitz lights, you can't miss him!"

Three black and white cruisers come in a jack hurry and an ambulance. They carted him away and a police detective call us to come out to give a statement.
I tell them all because to me, if you want to fight, join the military. Don't bleed on my lawn. The detective who takes my statement was looking at our car and said, "Ma'am, you left your keys in your car." I knew that was impossible as I need my keys to get back in here.
So I go to open the car door and it is opened. I had noticed that the inside of the car was steamed up but I thought maybe Lee left the moon roof cracked or something.
I tell the officer that those are NOT my keys. Here is the great part, the keys had a picture of the guy with his wife and 2 kids on the key chain! Understand, I am in my robe and bunny slippers standing in 40 degree weather...maybe lower at that point.
We can see the person who was in our car had rifled our glove box and had made himself very comfortable in there as there was 2 boot prints on the driver window.

The police left and we were in the car making sure my wheelchair was still secure and some tools I keep for road problems and my nose detects (never doubt my nose) cigarette smoke. Lee looks and low a behold there is a lighter and a butt on the driver floor....but here is where it gets weird. On the passenger seat is what I thought were teeth. I called the police back and then Lee says to me, "Honey look behind you" (I was coming up the sidewalk from the apartment again as I had to go get the phone). Behind me trying to get into an empty apartment next to us, a tall dude was trying to get into the windows. He was also looking on the ground for something.
Maybe a knife or his TEETH?!

When I reported this 4 squad cars came rushing the area all at once with a K9 unit.
They looked for the guy I am not sure they found him but the officer who said he needed to process our car as a crime scene told me the "Teeth" are actually what young people are wearing on the front of their teeth and they are called "Grillz". It is like a big shiny dental thing they place over their teeth to make them look shiny!
Think of that 007 movie with Roger Moore and Jaws. "Moonraker" I think it was called. Same thing.
It is now 3AM and I have been standing for almost 2 hours in the cold. I offer to make the police coffee just to go in where it is warm.
The officers said as long as they had our permission to go over the car and to come talk to us again, we could go in.
So, finally at 4AM, the 2 cutey officers came over and told us they were done and they did their best to wipe the fingerprint stuff off of the car and they were done and they asked me what the detective asked me, would you be able to come to court should the need arise to give testimony. I told them yes, but you are talking about 2 drunk white rednecks wearing dark clothes in the dark! The only reason I knew they were white is because they acted like rednecks. To me, redneck=white.

I had heard back from the detective that the man was cut in the face, neck and stomach. It is a good thing I called the police as he may have died from bleeding.
Lee feels you shouldn't get involved and never witness anything, but I can't let someone die, can I? It really upset me that someone was actually wanting to take a life over, what? Being drunk.

So, that was our Saturday Night Show and all we had to pay for it was a smudged up car and a loss of sleep. It could have been worse. I am worried that next time it will be.