So if you read my last blog you would know the student center got broken into last night.  They stole a few things, including one of my students guitars, however the guitar was found in the bushes behind the modular.  Apparently they couldn’t take the guitar with them, probably cause they were on foot, so they ditched it in the bushes.  My buddy Joe came by right after I filed the police report, and we talked about staking out the church at night, seeing if anyone came back for the guitar.

So of course, we did just that.  We met up around 9pm and hung out in a spot where we could see the guitar through a window.  At about 9:25, we saw an SUV pull up to the front of the church, and saw a kid get out and run behind the modular.  Without any time to think, Joe said, “Lets go Koz!”, and we were running out the door without any clue what we were doing.  Joe went after the vehicle, and I so I thought, well I guess I’m going after the kid.

I ran around the west side of the building expecting to see him trying to pull a guitar out of a bush that we had ziptied down earlier, however he was at a completely different location grabbing something out of another bush, closer to the south west corner of the property there at Lakewood.  He was grabbing a box that looked just like the container I use to keep the video game stuff in.  I was confused, because when the police came earlier that day to check and see what had already been stolen, that box was still in my office.  I know that because the police officer even said, “oh they didn’t take the video game stuff.”

So now I’m running after a kid carrying what looks to be the churches video game box.  I yell, “Hey what are you doing?”

He stops in the middle of Woodruff and says “Just carrying some stuff.”

“What stuff” I say.

“I don’t know, my friend paid me to come pick this up” He says.

“Hey you should probably come back over here, you are about to get hit by a car,” I tell him.

He comes back over toward the curb, and now he is only like 5 feet from me.  I still don’t know if this is my stuff or not, cause earlier that same day it was in my office.  I tell him to set the box down, and that he should take a seat on the curb.

He says, “Why”

And I say, which I now regret, “Just have a seat the police are on there way.”  Looking back, I should have said something to entice him in staying longer, and informing a cowardly burglar that the police are coming rarely encourages that person to sit around.

So at that he said, “F#$% that,” bolted across the street and hopped back into the SUV which was now waiting for him across Woodruff.

I yelled out to Joe to come over, told him what had happened, and we called the police.  Gave them the license plate number that Joe had seen, and the description of my new found friend.  What was interesting is that they came back at some point today, between  3pm and 6pm stole more stuff, hid it in some bushes, and then came back a third time tonight to pick it all up.  I think there is a reason that most crooks do not have PHDs.  Anyway the guitar was put back somewhere safe, all is well, and what started out as a pretty crappy morning, turned into one of the best nights ever!

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