The day came when I was allowed to return home. I pulled into the driveway, walked up to the front door and let myself in. There was my wife in the eat in kitchen area where I had first been handcuffed about two weeks prior. Did we share an awkward hug? I don’t recall. I asked where the kids were. The older boy was next door, and the younger one was downstairs in the finished basement. I went down to see him.
He was a very intelligent and precocious 5 year old, and he was the one who had called 911 for an ambulance for his 8 year old brother. He stood somewhat askance, and eyed me suspiciously. I couldn’t blame him. I had gone berserk. I took a knee and opened my arms and he came and gave me a hug. “I’m very sorry” I said.
Then the two of us went next door to get the Big Brother. We knocked on the door and the 9 year old girl, Barvina, answered. “Justin! You’re back? It was his fault!” She pointed at my 5 year old. “He called the police!”
“I didn’t call the police!” he said “I called the ambulance!”
“They TEASERed you!” she said. And that changed everything.
“They TEASERed me? How many times?”
“100!” She yelled. Now this was obviously an exaggeration, but I did know one thing: they did in fact TEASER me. That was the source of the strange mark on my back, and the neat, perfect holes in my shirt. The cops had TEASERed me.
Shocked in the Suburbs 