The Ex-Burglar:  How to Protect Your Home/Business/Property/Loved Ones

The Ex-Burglar: How to Protect Your Home/Business/Property/Loved Ones

I am a reformed burglar who served 11 years in prison for my crimes. I was considered a professional and want to help you protect your home/business/loved ones from possible intruders. Stay tuned. You do not want to miss out.

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  • The Ex-Burglar: How to Protect Your Home/Business/Property/Loved Ones
    Published 5 months ago
    Timing Is a Burglar's Best Friend

    Timing Is a Burglar's Best Friend

    I want to give you a tip from an ex-crook...a burglar's best friend is timing. I want you to think about that, because when you disrupt a burglar's timing through various measures, you are saving yourself from a break-in.
  • Burglaries...

    Burglaries...

    Yes, I was considered a professional burglar. I have 23 felony convictions, ranging from burglary to speeding to elude an officer. Not a very glamorous past, but I served my time—11 years in a state prison. The past is the past, and I have moved on.
  • My First Break-In

    My First Break-In

    My First Break In
  • My Criminal Past (Continued)

    My Criminal Past (Continued)

    I came home one evening from football practice, and my mother was standing there with a bunch of her friends for some type of gathering at our house. I obviously didn’t know what the hell was going on by the look on my face. She asked me where the hell I had been. Well, judging by my uniform I was wearing, wasn’t that a hint? I told her I was going to go take a shower and I would be down in a minute. As I turned, I felt a blow to the back of my head. I toppled forward and went face first into the steps. I was dazed for a moment, but I started to gain my composure. “That’s what you get for talking back to me!” she screamed as I gathered myself together. I didn’t even say anything, so I had no idea why she said that. I turned around and her friends looked shocked. My “mother” was not a small woman mind you, and a blow like that would hurt the average man. I told her I didn’t say anything, and she came at me again. Her fists flailing at me, I put up my hands to defend myself. I told her to stop and she kept coming. I basically ran to my room because I would never hit my own mom. She screamed out a few expletives and I thought that was the end of it. I showered, went to bed, and waited for the morning to come.
  • My Criminal Past

    My Criminal Past

    Okay, so in my past, I was a piece of shit. I admit it, but I moved on from it. I served 11 years in prison (another story to be told at a later time). Now, I advise people on the side how to protect their homes and businesses from guys like me. Yes, I am or was an expert. It is time to give back. But first, how did I get to that point? Here comes the first story...