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     I go home on leave, right? I just graduated Comm school and I decided that going home for a few days to see family, friends, and loved ones while at the same time getting all my crap and my car would probably be a next to wise idea. Well it was until my ex-girlfriend's parents got involved. Now I think maybe we should go back a few steps because maybe you're a little out of the loop here. In Comm school this chick seriously messed with my head. She was with me, she wasn't with me, she loved me, she's fucking some guy named Chaz. I know, jumping from one extreme to the other, right? I don't call her, mainly due to the fact that she doesn't want me to have her number. She's still sucking on mama's tit and it's difficult to stand up to woman of that girth, I understand. She could sit on you. Anyway, the real point I'm getting at here is that SHE CALLS ME. Then she blames me for the "rift" that I cause between her and this Charles fellow. Well... if you're the one calling me every night from CVS Pharmacy to tell me you love me, I'm not the one causing the rift, am I?

     Anyway,  November 3rd I make it home from my flight of three stops. Good to go. I make my usual rounds, I go see my high school teachers, my waffle house friends and finally my recruiter. First damn thing he says when I walk in is to stay away from this girl. Naturally I'm a little upset. I'm the one getting in trouble when she's the one calling me all the time. Yeah, nice. Anyway, from what little information he has to offer, apparently her mom has been calling trying to make sure I never see her daughter. Now a little detail I should probably include right around this point is that this girl is 18. Her mother, *legally*, can play no real role in this. The girl herself would have to go to the police and do something about it. That's what this post is really about. My recruiter tells me to stay away so for the most part... okay I didn't. But I did not initiate contact. Said girl calls me and tells me to come to her powderpuff game, so I did. I never saw her there. Said girl tells me to meet her up at PJC after class. I actually got to see her here for a little while. Then Friday night she asks me to come to the homecoming game which I was going to anyway. So I show up and remembering my recruiter's words I go to the VISITOR'S side of the stadium. I see a few of my friends from high school and we have a nice little reunion. Then... she comes running across the visitor's side and passing right by me, not ten feet away. I yelled and waved but she just kept on running... and running... until she got all the way on the other side of the stadium. Not five minutes later the high school resource officer, Tommy Gunn, and old friend of the girl's family and current dean of students, Brad Marcilliat, are walking in my general direction combing the visitor's side bleachers with their beady little eyes until they eventually find me. The find me. Out of like... 2500 people, they find me. A quick little point of the finger and I reluctantly start walking over to face what I already knew was going to be one of the most stupid confrontations of my life.

     The girl's mom didn't stop with my recruiter. She called Tommy Gunn because she apparently saw me at school on  Nov. 3rd when I was visiting all my old teachers. The accusations immediately thrown at me were at the very least just appalling. I saw kids walking by me and they just knew... I mean they knew I was just abused here. I think one little girl actually covered face and said "abused". They ask me about what my recruiter said. Well... to be honest I haven't lied. I didn't contact her. I did see her, she asked me to. She's 18. I didn't come here tonight and search for her, I sat on the opposite side of the stadium. She came to me, if anyone is being bothered it is most certainly me. Besides, this is my leave time. I'm going to deploy soon... most people don't know hardship and I'm going to the warzone. I can't just enjoy a hometown football game? This is the point at which I received the total shocker. He said and I quote, and you can quote me on the "I quote" part too, he said "You're practically stalking this girl." I know. I'll wait for you to stop gagging, just like he had to wait for me. It probably hit you like a punch in the stomach, just like it did me. Abused. Remember that. Just plain and simply... abused.

You can skip this part because I'm just gonna reiterate a few things that maybe you forgot. I'll even number it.

1. SHE'S 18.
2. SHE CALLS ME. SHE ASKS ME TO MEET HER. I HAVE PHONE STATEMENTS FROM CINGULAR THAT PROVE ALL OF THIS.
3. THE TWO MEN HERE ARE COMPLETE DOUCHEBAGS.
4. AND IN CASE YOU'VE MISSED SOMETHING... THE COPS AND SCHOOL DEAN ARE HARASSING ME BECAUSE AN ADULT'S MOTHER HAS SAND IN HER CLIT AND DOESN'T WANT ME SEEING HER.

     On a side note... Actually... I ended up finding out the girl had her new boyfriend-- shall I say "flavor of the week"-- with her at the game and she told the Resource Officer I was there because, and get this, she was afraid I was going to hurt her new little boyfriend. Like I don't have better things to do, than beat up skinny college punks, right?

     More interestingly, Brad Marcilliat and the girl's father used to play high school football together. Oh... so we're all just buddies, that's it, huh? And another observation... all four people in this situation, the mother, father, resource officer and dean... are all at least 52 inches around. Yes, a bunch of fat buddies. A conspiracy of fat people. This probably isn't surprising you by now, though. You're probably like... "yeah, I kinda saw that one coming". So they throw me out. That's right. They make me leave. They did give me back my entry fee, though. Because it's the six bucks I paid to get in that's setting me back, right? Well damn... I guess I can book that cruise now. I was debating between the cruise and the football game, anyway. So the next day I get a phone call. It's one of those calls where they ask you for donations for something. This time they asked me to donate to *hold your breath here* THE SANTA ROSA POLICE FORCE. I stopped. I kinda laughed for a second. Because I mean.. either way I'm not donating, but they pissed me off the night before. But then I thought... you know, they kinda need the money... when I really stop to think about it. But instead of donating I said "What? Our cops are corrupted and they suck. You don't deserve one damn red cent!" Ever wonder how to get telemarketers to stop calling? The man told me thank you and hung up.

     Well... what little respect I did have for cops is now out the window, especially Santa Rosa cops. I just can't believe that our government can be so corrupt that cops are pulling personal favors to ruin a Marine's time he's home on leave in return for a reacharound. Drop 'em a line if you agree with me. http://www.santarosasheriff.org/feedback.shtml


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