// Thoughts On Crime

I’ve lived in a relatively small town for the past 18 years. It’s a place that looks charming and beckons people to visit. It’s quite beautiful. It’s been documented in many books and been in many movies. People have written songs about it and flock here every year. But there is a darker side to this seemingly quaint and quiet Southern town.

Crime is very high. Being a college town, there are plenty of potential targets for would-be thieves. The college, a prestigious private art university, attracts students from around the globe. This equates to “a bunch of rich kids” around here. A fact that is not entirely accurate; I attended this same school and was far from a “rich kid.” But this poses a problem. These kids are held up at gunpoint a lot of the time. It seems that this is the only way the perpetrators of these crimes know how to operate. There is no etiquette. They have no charisma. Most of them think of themselves as tough or in control. That they are, by some stretch of the imagination, a man. They are wrong.

Going around and wagging guns at scared kids doesn’t make you tough. It definitely doesn’t make you a man. It does make you one thing; a fucking coward. Any mother would be ashamed to call someone like that a son, much less a man.

They are out there; these so-called men. Lurking in the shadows, waiting for a group of defenseless kids, or accosting a mother who’s trying to carry groceries into her house; busting through peoples’ doors, demanding things they have no right to.

All I know is that everyone should be on the lookout. Take precautions to protect yourselves. Be smart about where you go and what you do. Anything can happen. There is darkness in all this beauty.



  1. I only wish those that feel they have a right to harm, scare and steal their way through life would read this. No, that would mean taking an interest in being good citizens.

  2. Jason, I just want you to know that I really enjoy your writing on this blog. I resided in Savannah for about a year, just a change of scenery from the cold, rusted landscape of Buffalo, NY. Savannah is a beautiful city that still has a special place in my heart and my dreams.

    Almost any encounter I had in my stay was initiated by asking if I was enrolled in SCAD, from which I was often given a puzzled look when the person found out that I moved just for the pure beauty and charm of this southern city, with no college in sight and no ambition for doing anything bigger than just living in a city that I felt connected to.

    The violence was out of control when I lived on East Henry & Harmon and really opened my eyes to the segregation, ignorance, and selfish crimes that had been committed. Those are acts of cowards and doesn’t reflect the city as a whole, and being younger at the time, I was too naive to think that way and I am ashamed that I moved away.

    I posted on here because an old acquaintance of mine is currently going through the same thing that you are. A very talented fellow metal musician who had toured all over the states with his band, played shows with other bands overseas, had unfortunately come into the same situation as you. As he was walking with a friend he was robbed an gun point and shot, a selfish act by the perpetrator that leaves him paralyzed from the waist down to this day. If you would like to look up more about it here is the link:

    I envy your courage and I admire your will to be so open about these things that have changed your life. I’m bad at expressing myself but would just like to tell you that there are people that don’t even know you, like myself that are standing in your corner every day.

    • Joseph,

      First of all, thank you for writing. It means a lot. Secondly, my thoughts go out to your friend. I watched the video and read the story. He seems like a really cool guy. Our stories are very, very similar. I didn’t have time to react to the idiot who attacked me. I was shot right after I was asked to give it up. Eerily similar.

      You seem to do a very good job of expressing yourself. Again, your message definitely means a lot to me. If you ever do come back to Savannah, call me, or look me up. We’ll have a beer.

      Take care,


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