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So I used to work with this guy named Joe (he was my assistant manager) a few months ago...former Marine (non-combat, stationed in Virginia I think), real nice guy, constantly friendly to people, just an all-around seemingly good guy, divorced, fighting to get his kids from his bitch ex-wife. Living with his girlfriend whos parents are LOADED. He finally got a better custody arrangement with his kids, told the boss on a Thursday he needed every other weekend off to go see his kids. Well, come the next Saturday morning, he quits. Says he had to so he could see his kids. During the time I worked with him, he would often speak of his anger management issues, about some of the fucked up things he'd done, etc. The dude would drink 3 32oz Monsters in an 8 hr shift, and go days with no sleep, come to work all manic as fuck. I always suspected he was a few fries short of a happy meal after listening to him storytell, but I just shrugged it off, no big deal, who cares?
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago, his neighbor (Joe lived in the adjacent apt bldg from me) and I were talking, he mentions how off Joe's been acting lately, like how he signed over all his parental rights to his ex, or like when they were playing X-box, he'd get furiously pissed and start cussing and screaming at the tv, throwing shit across the apt, etc.
He then procedes to tell me Joe had been bragging about picking up a couple of pistols and a sawed off shotgun....
My immediate thought was "that's not gonna end well", but I let it go. The more I thought about it, the more I started to want to inform the apt management, and possibly the authorities, that there was an unstable individual with weapons living there...but I didn't.
Ffw to last Saturday, he and his gf got into a very heated argument (apparently they'd been fighting off/on for months...he never got another job, and was mooching off her, blah blah)...he gets pissed, goes through the apt, rips all the doors off the hinges, punches out the back window, and puts several holes in the walls....
Then he grabs his .9mm, puts it to her head and pulls the trigger...
It jams.
Then, Monday afternoon, they apparently got into it again, she'd finally had enough of his shit, told him he owed her dad a metric shit ton of money, he accused her of being just like his crazy fucked up ex-wife, she tells him fuck you, we're done, I'm gone....then walks back into the apt, and locks him out.
A few seconds later, she opens the door, says "you want your shoes?", and as she's throwing them out the door, he bum rushes the door, sends her flying back into the apt, goes to the back bedroom, grabs the sawed off shotgun, and blows his brains out......
The fact that he blew himself to kingdom come isn't what's bothering me.
My issue is that I KNEW he was unstable, and I KNEW he had weapons. And something in the back of my mind keeps saying I should've done something, call the cops, inform the apt management, something....but who am I to tattle tale on someone about having guns? Regardless of if they're bat shit crazy or not?
What would the DFWM clan have done?
CLIFFS: Guy I worked with was bat shit crazy, and blew his brains out. I knew he was unstable and had guns, and thought about getting involved, but didn't.
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So I used to work with this guy named Joe (he was my assistant manager) a few months ago...former Marine (non-combat, stationed in Virginia I think), real nice guy, constantly friendly to people, just an all-around seemingly good guy, divorced, fighting to get his kids from his bitch ex-wife. Living with his girlfriend whos parents are LOADED. He finally got a better custody arrangement with his kids, told the boss on a Thursday he needed every other weekend off to go see his kids. Well, come the next Saturday morning, he quits. Says he had to so he could see his kids. During the time I worked with him, he would often speak of his anger management issues, about some of the fucked up things he'd done, etc. The dude would drink 3 32oz Monsters in an 8 hr shift, and go days with no sleep, come to work all manic as fuck. I always suspected he was a few fries short of a happy meal after listening to him storytell, but I just shrugged it off, no big deal, who cares?
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago, his neighbor (Joe lived in the adjacent apt bldg from me) and I were talking, he mentions how off Joe's been acting lately, like how he signed over all his parental rights to his ex, or like when they were playing X-box, he'd get furiously pissed and start cussing and screaming at the tv, throwing shit across the apt, etc.
He then procedes to tell me Joe had been bragging about picking up a couple of pistols and a sawed off shotgun....
My immediate thought was "that's not gonna end well", but I let it go. The more I thought about it, the more I started to want to inform the apt management, and possibly the authorities, that there was an unstable individual with weapons living there...but I didn't.
Ffw to last Saturday, he and his gf got into a very heated argument (apparently they'd been fighting off/on for months...he never got another job, and was mooching off her, blah blah)...he gets pissed, goes through the apt, rips all the doors off the hinges, punches out the back window, and puts several holes in the walls....
Then he grabs his .9mm, puts it to her head and pulls the trigger...
It jams.
Then, Monday afternoon, they apparently got into it again, she'd finally had enough of his shit, told him he owed her dad a metric shit ton of money, he accused her of being just like his crazy fucked up ex-wife, she tells him fuck you, we're done, I'm gone....then walks back into the apt, and locks him out.
A few seconds later, she opens the door, says "you want your shoes?", and as she's throwing them out the door, he bum rushes the door, sends her flying back into the apt, goes to the back bedroom, grabs the sawed off shotgun, and blows his brains out......
The fact that he blew himself to kingdom come isn't what's bothering me.
My issue is that I KNEW he was unstable, and I KNEW he had weapons. And something in the back of my mind keeps saying I should've done something, call the cops, inform the apt management, something....but who am I to tattle tale on someone about having guns? Regardless of if they're bat shit crazy or not?
What would the DFWM clan have done?
CLIFFS: Guy I worked with was bat shit crazy, and blew his brains out. I knew he was unstable and had guns, and thought about getting involved, but didn't.
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