Rural defense team: Crime

I think crime is really interesting. Maybe it was learning about sexual violence at a young age. Maybe it was coming home one day as a kid after church to our front door ajar. Our TV and jewelry were gone. Somehow I was most upset about the burglars’ piss on our wall. The police could not possibly have cared less. We did get our stuff back — minus one earring. The geniuses who broke down our deadbolted front door (and not our easier side door) also burglarized someone with actual power.

Whatever the reason, I was a true-crime aficionado before it was cool — when it meant paperbacks and Unsolved Mysteries. I was an Edgar Allen Hoe way before I could legally consume amontillado.

I’m thinking about it because I want to be fair in my rural life sucks series. Hot girls truly understand the best arguments for and against their positions. I am not a hot girl, my babies. Let us level set. This is a “Shoot for the moon, land among the stars” situation. I won’t succeed, but I’ll be better off for having tried.