I love when the local police department puts up a picture of a criminal they’re looking for and I know then. Feels like alumni newsletter. That’s what I woke up to this morning from the Worcester Police:

Oh, oh, oh, I think I know that one!!

Pretty sure that’s Canterbury Street’s finest, Jesse Oullet. Last we heard from him he was being arrested in 2015 for an armed home invasion of a teenager he coached in basketball, AND he brought his then 16 year old son along for the learning experience!!

Police have charged a Connecticut man with hitting a teenager in the face with a shotgun during a home invasion in November. The juvenile victim told police that his basketball coach and friend’s father, Jesse Ouellet, was the one who forced his way into his apartment and fired the shotgun into the air before striking him in the left side of the head with the barrel.

Detective Rosario said Mr. Ouellet burst through the door of apartment 3 inside three-decker at 3 Henderson Ave. on the evening of Nov. 11, the Telegram & Gazette reported. The victim told police that the intruder fired a round into the ceiling and then butted him in the face with the shotgun and ordered others in the room to the ground.

When Jesse got arrested it was immediately free muh boi central.

And for the first time ever, this may have worked:

Although “Worcester Daily News Blog” is no longer a thing that exists, the amount of “muh boi free now” comments on his Facebook page on that day seem to confirm that he was indeed found not guilty in the home invasion case.

But alas it appears as if Worcester South’s class of 2000’s shining star has run afoul of the law again. Despite his small stature Jesse was the kid in high school we were warned not to mess with because, 1) he knew karate (not even kidding), and 2) he was legit gangsta (like, brought guns to parties routinely).

I remember New Year’s Eve 2000-2001 like it was yesterday, and so does everyone else who was there. We hung out at this apartment in the biggest shithole in Worcester – Southgate Street. We had a friend who for some reason lived alone in high school and we used to party and whatnot over there. But because of the neighborhood it attracted the locals a lot. On NYE the hoodrat patrol showed up to cause trouble. I was more with the Abercrombie mafia back then, and one guy decided he would challenge the hoodrat patrol to a fight outside, except these aren’t the kind of guys who fight one on one. I was out there taking a wizz when all of a sudden poor Willy, who thought he was fighting one person, got the shit kicked out of him by 5-6 of them. When everyone inside found out all hell broke loose. It was a blur, but I remember the china hutch falling on top of my prom date, junior hoodboogers throwing glass plates across the kitchen, other junior hoodboogers in my friend’s bedroom stealing all his clothes, 4-5 chicks hiding in the living room closet, and general anarchy from that point on. Unfortunately this was an all too common and completely normal experience growing up in Worcester and attending the public schools. But I wouldn’t change it for the world because I got to see some wild stuff, and now I always win “guess that ratchet” when the WPD put one up on their Facebook page.

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