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TRUE LOVE

The following is a story by Mike Schell published December 8, 2023:

HAMILTON, Ohio (WXIX) – A man says he does not want an apology from his ex-girlfriend and still has love for her, even after she shot him in the testicle.

Charlie Glenn says the charges against 36-year-old Tonya Nester are from when she shot him.

Glenn talked with FOX19 NOW about what happened when he was shot by his ex.

“[She] wanted me to take a walk with her, and I found out she had a pistol with her,” Glenn claims. “She said it was a pellet gun, and I said, ‘Let me see it because I’m not going anywhere with you if you got a gun,’ and she pulled it out and shot me.’”

A friend of Glenn’s, Paul Carpenter, says he rushed over to his buddy’s house after the gunshot.

“My thoughts was – was he okay, you know, is he dead? Is he alive? I didn’t know, but they said he was okay and, you know, it wasn’t life-threatening,” Carpenter recalled.

According to police, Glenn was able to get the gun away from his ex-girlfriend.

“She pulled the pistol out and shot me, and I proceeded to take the pistol from her at that point and got her down,” explained Glenn. “My family members called the 911 because I was shot and bleeding.”

911 caller: “She’s trying to take off out the door. She’s run out the front door because she’s trying to leave.”

Dispatcher: “Which way did she run?”

911 caller: “Uhm, uhm, I don’t know.”

The person calling 911 told police they saw Nester run east from the house through an alley towards Crawford Woods.

Hamilton police say they eventually arrested Nester about a half mile from the crime scene at a house on Caldwell Street.

Glenn is heard on the 911 call explaining his injury.

“One shot, but I think it went through my testicle into my butt cheek and out,” Glenn said, according to a recording of the 911 call.

Carpenter said for someone to shoot their ex is horrible.

“It’s unfortunate that somebody would [do that],” Carpenter said. “I don’t know if they had relationship problems or what, but to do something like that is horrible.”

Glenn said Nester is taking medication for a mental disability.

If he wants an apology from her, Glenn says no, as he only wants her to get better.

“I still to this day love her, and if she ever gets better, well…” Glenn explained.

Glenn is back home now, while Nester is in the Butler County Jail on a $100,000 bond.


I have folks occasionally tell me some stories “write themselves”.  I can attest to the fact that this is not true.  I am going on 250 stories for the blog and over 800 that I’ve posted on Bring a Trailer, and not a single one of them has ever written itself.

Now granted, there have been times I’ve seen a listing on BaT, then gone out to the mailbox to get the mail and by the time I get back into the house, a fairly complete story has unfolded somewhere deep in the recesses of my brain.  The biggest challenge at that point is sitting back down in front of the Smith-Corona and banging it out before I forget what had previously come to me.

That does not mean it writes itself.

And yet, here we have a story that comes as close as any.  Ironically, a car is never even mentioned.  However, a set of unique circumstances exist that could easily place the location right in the heart of Fort Stockton, if not Pecos county, and raises any number of pertinent questions.

“Let me see it because I’m not going anywhere with you if you have a gun,”  Glenn said.  Makes sense, although those are words I’ve never muttered to Buttercup even after all these decades of wedded bliss.

In describing the situation to the 911 operator, Glenn said “One shot, but I think it went through my testicle, into my butt cheek and out.”  Can I just say that the level of calmness at this point in the story is down right remarkable?  I mean it sounds like bland information from a ballistics expert testifying in front of the Warren Commission about the magic bullet theory.  The man has just taken a shot to one of the gonads, for heaven’s sake, and he’s attempting to describe entrance and exit wounds.  Hats off to you, Glenn.

“I still to this day love her, and if she ever gets better, well…” Glenn explained.  Now Pastor Peterson will be the first to tell you we should all learn from Mathew 5: 38-39 and be prepared to turn the other cheek.  I know my way around the New Testament well enough to appreciate a lot of different applications and interpretations.  But I don’t feel like the cheek being offered up should ever involve either an entrance or an exit wound, particularly once one of the cojones has been taken in target practice.

As I read the story, I had to wonder just what kind of car would have been involved.  I mean, other than the Ford Explorer police cruiser that eventually found Glenn’s girlfriend and hauled her to the hoosegow.  It didn’t take me long to land on a Camaro.  Granted, that might be partly due to my prejudice for the Blue Oval.  But a Camaro just seemed to feel right.  Out of respect for Glenn, his situation, and his scrotum, if I was writing the story (or letting it write itself) a 1969 Z-11 Pace Car would have been perfect.  Not a restored one worth tens of thousands of dollars, obviously.  But one that had started off gloriously, fallen into extreme disrepair, and was no longer appreciated.  Just like Glenn’s love.  But also, being the eternal optimist, one that could be lovingly reworked, restored, and made whole again.  Just like Glenn’s relationship.  And his ballsack.

In the end, I’m still a firm believer that every car is a story.  But conversely, every story deserves a car.  Especially a tale involving getting shot in the nuts written by a guy named Mike Schell.  And while I hate that our protagonist in this story was left holding the bag, his commitment to the antagonist does give me hope that true love still does exist.  In Hamilton, Ohio, anyway.  No man in Fort Stockton has ever loved a woman that much.

9 responses to “TRUE LOVE”

  1. I grew up…well, was raised not too far from Indianapolis. Maybe it was just where I lived, but 1969 Pace Car Camaros were around. In the late 70’s, there were more than a few used car lots that had decrepit ones, looking like the lead picture, sitting toward the back of the lot. I’m amazed by the prices they get today.

    Of course, that’s the same era when Dad sold his 356 convertible for $500 to make room in the garage for a ’70 Toyota Corona Deluxe. Four door. What a sad day for young me.

  2. Not that a tatty old Camaro is an excellent choice, but if I had to select what kind of car was involved in this tale of woe I’d suggest a Honda.

    Not a respectable minivan but a 20 or so year old slammed Civic with a fart-can exhaust, dark tinted windows, mangled front and rear bumpers and at least two fenders in primer.

    • And anytime someone named, Donna phoned In to the click, and Clack radio show, the Magliozzi brothers would immediately ask “ How’s the Camaro, Donna?”. Interesting How Camaro and Donna Became associated, but then I would picture a slightly worn coupe, Maybe with a straight six and powerglide, But possibly a 327 and a four-speed, and always some curb rash, Overdue on maintenance.

    • I don’t know, Angus. Glenn comes across to me as more of a solid ‘Buy American’ type a guy, but I could be wrong. (The second ‘n’ in Glenn says he is a man of more refined taste.) One could easily speculate that at the beginning of the relationship, when he was still carrying a full bag so to speak, the Camaro may have been what wooed Tanya in the first place. Chicks dig classic Camaros. Being the Pace Car edition, she may have even had to tell Glenn to pace himself a time or two in the back seat.

      Granted, a Honda Civic project may have come later. Maybe as a way to save on gas expense. Or maybe as solid transportation while the Camaro was up on blocks in the front yard going through the early stages of the planned restoration. Sadly, that restoration will probably never be completed. It takes some stones to finish a project like that.

      • So, if a second “n” implies refined taste, will we start receiving missives from The Captainn? Inquiring minds want to know….

        • I grew up so poor I couldn’t pay attention, much less afford an extra ‘n’. Had to make do with just the one. The folks said I’d be a better man for it, but I don’t know if that was true.

  3. Shot through the:
    Testicle
    Gonads
    Cojones
    Scrotum
    Ballsack
    Nuts
    Bag

    … Increasingly common and personal descriptor terms nobody really “wants” to personally visualize, nor experience. Yet when we see the YouTube of a guy having his crotch used as a catcher’s mitt, we instinctively cross our legs.
    Off to the hoosgow? Perfect !
    Where am I going with this? I dunno, but “this” one ain’t writin’ itself, neither.

    Keep up the art of the wordsmith, Captain-My-Captain. I, for one appreciate starting my day with a story, a chuckle, the thought of an appreciated car, a cup of Folgers in my Captain’s mug,(and even it’s occasional inappropriate exit), and having shared some of these experiences with many I’ll likely never get meet face to face.

    To all around the table, wishing the best of health, happiness, family, and maybe even a bit of prosperity –

    Our old cars are just a Vehicle for getting folks together-
    SEE YOU DOWN THE ROAD

    Marty

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