Thank you, Detroit Police Dept.!

My pain and suffering due to Frankie Walton comes from everywhere. When Frankie came back, he made a big mess with the trashcan. The police officer “P” advised me to keep the trashcan inside because Frankie could set fire in the trashcan. Oh… maybe… I pulled the trashcan into the backyard. My pain is… today is garbage pick up day. I usually put out the trashcan on the street Monday night. Sounds funny, but I’m afraid- what if Frankie comes back to snatch the trashcan or set fire in it… I set the alarm clock 4:30 am and I woke up with zombie mood to put the trashcan out. As soon as it was emptied, I put it back inside. “Must I worry about the trashcan? Can I have any peace, Frankie?” I was screaming.

But my family and I truly want to show our appreciation to Detroit Police Dept. When such hectic and funny things happened, the neighbors said, “It’s Detroit!” But I cannot be so cynical because I see the police patrolling this street last night, paying extra attention. I know that they’re doing their best to keep Detroit a safe place despite of millions of tasks and incidents. I’m sure that Detroit Police Dept. has much more works compared to other quiet suburbs.

Anyway… Frankie keeps bothering, harassing and threatening my family and me. And the police can’t stop him, but it’s not their fault. I think Frankie now believes that if he harasses me, successfully runs away before the police arrive, then he is safe. We’ll see if Frankie’s belief is warranted.