So I am watching Oculus, because I can and have nothing better to do. There is a scene where Karen Gillan is leaning against a Jaguar in heels and a short skirt. Her red hair hanging down over her shoulders. I paused the movie and called Glen to see if he had ever heard of this girl. He had, apparently she had been on Dr Who.
Legs for miles!
After our conversation I went back to the movie, which is a weird supernatural thriller. I was watching a scene where you couldn’t tell what was real when I started hearing shrieking in the background. For a couple of minutes I thought it was in the movie, but finally paused and muted and turns out the sounds were coming through the window. I went outside and saw the couple three doors up on the other side of the street tussling in the doorway. She was screaming for him to let her go, and he was pulling her back into the apartment. She’d shove him, he’d shove her. It was her screaming that got the better of me.
I started across the street. Then I realized he is a Marine in his early thirties and I am not. I briefly thought about the aluminum bat behind the door.
With age comes wisdom. Instead getting involved I let the professionals take over - I called 911. If I had seen him beating her I would have grabbed the bat and busted his skull and would probably be sitting in lockup right now instead of getting ready to go back to my movie.
The cops rang my doorbell after a while. I told them what I saw, they told me they were getting two different stories from the parties involved. I just saw what I saw and I thought someone should intervene.
I’m torn. I didn’t get directly involved. I know it was the right decision. It is not a popular thing, but there is a percentage of us on the male end of the spectrum who feel a responsibility to protect and defend. I am 8th generation military. The last of my line.
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