not funny and not addict bashing but once i bought a pretty red car, one month later, my ah took the car going to the store. about 3 days later, he called me to tell me the car was stolen 3 days prior and wanted to ask me what to do about it,HLH? call the cops and report it stolen? for some reason he had a problem with doing that so i did it.
i reported that he stole it and he said somebody stole it from him. anyway, about a month later, the impound call saying they had the car so i went there. i walked that yard up and down each isle still couldn't find my car. finally they call the wrecker driver in to show us where they put the car. come to find out that i was staring at it the whole time. they spray painted the whole thing black.
like a dummy, i paid all this money to get it out of impound and as soon as i got it out the gate, the motor fell out. the lesson was, to continue to sleep with pockets for my keys. thank god i don't have to do that anymore.