{"id":164,"date":"2006-06-27T10:44:41","date_gmt":"2006-06-27T10:44:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=164"},"modified":"2006-06-27T21:25:38","modified_gmt":"2006-06-27T21:25:38","slug":"victimology-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/06\/27\/victimology-i\/","title":{"rendered":"victimology (i)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was 19 when it happened.  My mother and sister were held hostage by a junkie with a bad haircut.  <\/p>\n<p>That was the worst of it.  But it wasn&#8217;t the first of it.  <\/p>\n<p>It was all very Cape Fear.  A family affair that lasted several years.  Between Rich &#8211; That&#8217;s what I&#8217;ll call him &#8211; and ourselves. <\/p>\n<p>T tells me not to talk about it.  Definitely don&#8217;t blog about it.  &#8220;He might read it.  And I don&#8217;t want to get that started, darling.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He wont read it.  Other people might.  And they might not like it.  But it&#8217;s out there.  It&#8217;s been in the public domain for years.  <\/p>\n<p>So, like I said, it was all very Cape Fear.  Except The Old Man didn&#8217;t scare.  Not even when he had a gun leveled at his head.  He never gave an inch in his whole, hard life. Not even to the people he cared for.  When the sometimes-vagrant pointed the pistol at him, he wrestled it away and whipped him with it. <\/p>\n<p>We all watched through the living room window.  I still remember the look on my mother&#8217;s face.  A little shock.  A whole lot of disbelief.  But The Old Man could care less.  When he got over being mad, he was over it. <\/p>\n<p>Rich wasn&#8217;t.   He came back.  More than once. <\/p>\n<p><em>More Later&#8230;..<\/em><\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was 19 when it happened. My mother and sister were held hostage by a junkie with a bad haircut. That was the worst of it. But it wasn&#8217;t the first of it. It was all very Cape Fear. A family affair that lasted several years. Between Rich &#8211; That&#8217;s what I&#8217;ll call him &#8211;<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=164"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=164"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=164"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=164"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}