My father was a contractor/home builder in South West Florida for over 25 years. He made it big, and then more or less got sucked into the housing bubble, eventually losing his ass — and his home, that he once owned free and clear (at the peak of the bubble, appraised for $1.6 million fiat dollars).
I helped my family finally move out of the home they lost the other day. It was a difficult day to say the least for my family and I. Upon returning home, I walk in to see what you see in the picture above.
I was stunned when I saw it. About 1 second later it clicked that someone had broken into my home while I was away with one of my roommates. About 2 seconds after that I had the 9mm handgun I conceal carry drawn and ready to fire, knowing full well that the robbers could still be in the house, and were likely armed.
This was the second time in my life I had drawn my gun with the intention of firing it.
I saw a second roommates car in the driveway upon returning home. The house was silent. I called for my roommate, again, and again, and again. On scream number four I assumed he was injured, or dead.
Scream number five had a return call of “what’s up?” (his room is near the front door and he did not see the broken glass door upon returning home).
The roommate I had been out with then runs into the house.
I then proceeded to clear the house and make sure no one else was inside. This was pretty scary considering that I had a loaded shotgun sitting in my room before I left, and that it was dark out, and our house is setup more with party lights than stadium spot lights.
The three bedrooms were finally cleared, and the police called. The robbers ended up walking away with
- My Mossberg 500 12 gauge shotgun ($300)
- My roommates 9mm Glock hangun ($500)
- A few digital cameras (~$200)
- About $3 worth of change
They missed a few thousand fiat dollars I had, stupidly, left (hidden) in my room, left over from my boat sale. My laptop was with me when I left. I typically take it with me because of the slim possibility of something like a robbery happening. Admittedly, I had taken it with me for another reason that day, slipping out of the good habit of keeping my laptop with me at all times.
No more. I lost a laptop once to lightning, and have never taken a chance since, unplugging it as often as possible, and always keeping it connected to a good surge protector (as of today, by chance, a really, really good one).
1. I did not have my shotgun serial number written down, so it is going to be difficult getting it back (as if it wasnt hard enough already). Very real chance it has already been sold and is lost forever. Lesson learned.
2. My roommate did have his written down, so if they try to pawn his handgun, they are going to be arrested.
3. I am almost always home. Really. I never leave. This was the one day where I was gone for a significant period of time (which they could not have known by watching the house because I do not have a car to watch for in the driveway like the other roommates).
Had I been home, alone as I usually am, it is likely there would have been an armed confrontation. I say this because I find it highly improbable that these assholes didn’t come in packing, considering that they primarily stole guns from the house.
Had I been home when they broke in, my shotgun was kept within a few feet of my work desk, all day, loaded with law enforcement/low recoil grade buck shot (4) and a slug (1).
While this sounds bad ass, the reality is it would have been terrifying to blow holes through my house at intruders I couldn’t see. I could have very well been killed, or killed a few people.
I would have no problem carrying that task out against anyone who threatened my life, but there is a difference between pulling the trigger and living with that act after the fact, which I have zero experience in.
In short, had I been home, things would have gotten ugly, one way or another.
Selling my 9mm now, getting something bigger. Probably another shotgun for the time being.
— Anthony Dream Johnson