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.
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.
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 next-door neighbor’s son and I were friends. I hung out over at their house from time to time. His parents didn’t like me, but they were decent people. This is why remembering this shit is so painful. I look back at all of the bad decisions I made and who I affected by my actions. It is messed up, but trust me, the end of this life story makes it all worth it… hang in there with me, okay?
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
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...