Chester The Molester Hangs Out On His Front Porch

Me and my family were reestablishing ourselves after the 2008 economy crisis. The year where Bush fucked up every thing for hard working families. If you were in the hospitality business and depended on a pay check, you were screwed. We lost our condo we were renting because the restaurant where I was a sous chef wasn't making any money and the doctors office where my wife worked closed down. We had to sell a lot of our stuff and let go what we couldn't sell. We rented a room from a woman that had her own issues, but not too many people were not opening their doors to a man and his wife with a small child. The woman that gave us a room had a small boy with issues and a sexually active teen age daughter. Plus they had a python snake that would escape its cage sometimes. The owner of the house had a separated husband that alleged he was special forces with the army that would pop in to see his kids. Me being a 10 year veteran of the Army didn't buy that story because his uniform didnt represent any indications of any infantry badges. I ended up getting a job in a bagel store through out the Northern and Washington D.C. area. They fuckin took advantage of me,but i made sure I had over time. The wife secured another medical office job. We eventually were able to save money and get the hell out of the dramatic atmosphere we were living in. All we had were our clothes ,a clock radio, and our car. We qualified for an apartment at Beacon Hill apartments in Alexandria, Va. We secured a 2 bedroom apartment. We purchased air beds and had our clock radio. We had nothing else. There were no dishes or furniture. We didnt even have a television, but we managed. This was our place and there were no rules. I finally secured another full-time position in the restaurant business. It allowed us to reestablish ourselves. I purchased furniture and a television from a rent to own store and we gradually began to rebuild our lives of course with interest. We started to become one with the community. It started to feel like a home. Allow me to remind you I had a 4 year old daughter. I am a over protective father. I have a 6 foot rule when it comes to my now 10 year old daughter. We were located near the complex playground. Many children would visit this particular location on the property. Here is where the story really begins. Before transitioning to being a professional chef, I was in law enforcement for a county school system in Florida. Plus I was involved with retail security for some years. Unfortunately there was not enough pay for the risk. In any case I inherited observation skills. I noticed there was a neighbor that would sit in a chair in front of his anchored apartment connected to our row of apartments. it was like clock work that he would sit out side on a regular basis and watch the playground congested with school children. My gut feeling told me this was not right. every fucking day he would sit outside and stare towards the playground full of children. Some thing told me to do some internet searches. I conducted a registered sexual offender search in my zip code area. what I found was not only disturbing, but sickening to my stomach. This old man that sat on his porch everyday was nothing more than a predator and a abuser. He had some serious issues besides touching children. He physically harmed and abused them. On top of always yelling at people to get off his common area grass. It was obvious he was not normal, but to place him near a playground was uncalled for. I immediately questioned the leasing office to find out they didn't conduct a molester back ground check or even criminal back ground checks. With that said, it was OK to have a hard core criminal to reside next to a hard working family with children. The manager said "we dont do criminal back ground checks". Are you fucking kidding me? So lets allow a Chester the molester camp out and touch himself. I was furious with this comment. I will tell you why this affected me. when I was an inspiring baseball player at a young age. I had a coach tell me I would be a super star and started touching me. I moved on and got the counseling. I buried this event in me because If I told my pops he would of killed this man. I would then be with out a father. It fucked my head up for a bit. I couldnt trust anyone. Coulnt have a successful relationship. In any case I survived and moved on. I joined the Army and became a bad ass. I ended up being a sergeant. It ended up one day witnessing a probation officer visiting this dirty old man and they ended up in a yelling match. All I could hear was the probation officer telling him he cant sit and watch children playing. This would be a day I was escorting my daughter to the playground. It felt like victory was achieved. You can call me a witch hunter all you want. Grown men and women should not touch our children and violate them. They should be incarcerated for life. They cant be fixed. It is a sickness with out a cure. So with that said, I will offer back ground checks for anyone free of charge. Whether it includes a zip code check, name, or any any other check. I will offer a criminal check for anyone that ask. I will ask that you sign a disclosure. I will not offer locations of ex relationships that include ex boyfriends, girl friends, husbands, or wifes. I will offer sexual, criminal, assault, and trespass. If you are going into business with some one. I will offer a paid service. If you need a nanny or baby sitter check. I will do it for free. you can call me Inspector Gadget.