This is long and well worth the read...



"The craziest story of my entire life has unfolded in front of my own eyes tonight.

At about 9pm, my friend Katie that lives in my apartment complex on the floor below mine called me with some of the worst news I could . "Your car got smashed up by someone - you need to come downstairs", she said. I felt my stomach turn instantly - "Katie, please tell me this is a fucking joke." I desperately begged. "I'm sorry, I wish I could say it was - come downstairs OK?" she replied.

I walk down to the parking lot and see this:






"What the fuck." is the only thing I could muster as I walk around my car to inspect it. I spotted Katie and approached her - "OK, please fill me in.". She proceeded to explain that 4 witnesses (all friends) saw the accident happen first hand and pointed me towards them. I went over and introduced myself and started asking them questions about the accident and what they saw.

"It was messed up, man. Someone in a truck backed up into your car once, went forward, and then floored it back into your car again. Your car slid forward from the impact and hit the car in front of you. We saw everything and started chasing after him to get his license plates, but he went like 50 through the parking lot to get away and we couldn't get close enough to see his plates - I'm sorry."

About a million things are running through my mind at this point; "Did it seem intentional?" I asked. "Absolutely - he floored it straight back the second time. Is there anyone that has it out for you?" they responded. "No, I don't have bad blood with anyone that I can think of" I said. "What can you tell me about the car?".

They told me it was a dark blue Ford F150. I kept pressing them for more details, and they were more than happy to continue providing them. The truck was an 'FX4' edition with exhaust and a lift. The rear window was adorned with a white sticker in the shape of Texas. They couldn't tell me much more, but I was beyond thankful for such a detailed description. The police arrived and I gave them everything I could for their report. All 4 of the witnesses gave their testimony to the officer and their contact information. The police said they would notify all cruisers and that I could come get a copy of the report in the morning to submit to my insurance.

I was seething with anger and horribly depressed at the same time. I knew the odds of finding the guy were pretty much non-existent, especially because I couldn't think of anyone that would want to do something like that to me. Well, I'm not on good terms with my friend that lives down the hall from me, but we were practically inseparable during the fall semester and no major drama occurred - I just stopped hanging out with him because he turned into an arrogant burnout asshole and started acting like a dick towards me.

Anyways, after thanking the officer for coming out and giving my utmost gratitude to the witnesses, I drove to my buddy John's house, an (ex)rotary owner and very good friend. I told him what had happened and expressed his contempt and gave me his sympathies. I asked him if he would mind driving around the city with me to help look for the truck, both of us well knowing that our chances of finding the guy driving around were approaching 1 in 1,000,000,000.

He jumped in and we drove around for the next hour and a half, keeping a very close eye out for any trucks that matched the description. We found a few that were pretty close, but none of them were really spot-on with the details that the witnesses provided. After realizing the futility of my situation, I decided to pack it in for the night. "Alright, it was worth a shot but we're not going to find anything tonight - do you mind if I take you home?" I said to my friend, dejected. Almost before I could finish my sentence, a blue truck crossed into my peripheral view in the lane beside us.

Gently squeezing on the brakes, the back of his truck came into view. My eyes immediately locked on the white sticker on the lower corner of his rear window - it was in the shape of Texas. I looked at the side of his truck - an 'FX4'. It was lifted up and it had exhaust. I turn to my friend John, "Hey, doesn't that truck look exactly like the description the witnesses gave?" I asked. "It matches up perfectly.." he responded.

After my eyes noticed the trailer hitch on the back of his car, there was no longer a shred of doubt in my mind - that was the motherfucker. The damage to my rear bumper had a very unique shape to it, and it matched the profile of his trailer hitch exactly. "Dude, look at his trailer hitch!" I half-screamed at my friend. I cut over into his lane to get behind him, and he immediately SLAMS on his brakes. Too bad for him, RX-7s are equipped with fantastic 4-pot brakes from the factory and my car grabbed the pavement, coming to an immediate stop.

"Ok, this guy is FUCKED." I said to my friend as I slammed my shifter back into first gear. About 50 feet up the road he tries the exact same maneuver - with the exact same results. I've got him trapped - with 400rwhp, 4-pot brakes, Potenza S03s and the wrath of the rotary gods surging through my hands and feet, he was fucked. In a COPS-esque display of desperation, he jumps over the curb on his right and starts driving across the Texas A&M campus lawn, cutting across a 2-mile wide field. I realized I couldn't follow him across the field, so I pulled a u-turn and watched his brake lights fade off.

After watching the direction he was taking across the field, I predicted where he was heading. I turned onto the street running parallel to the field and redlined every gear at full boost in attempt to catch up with him. I spotted him exiting the field, where he cut across both directions of traffic - right back into my lane about 500 feet in front of me. Desperate to lose my tail, he quickly darted onto another street. It was the worst street he could have picked - a 3 mile long straight away.

Nearly bouncing off the limiter as I rev-matched perfectly to 7,000RPMs, I downshifted into second gear and entered the sweeping turn. I squeezed on the throttle and counter-steered slightly as I exited the corner, going wide-open throttle and hitting full boost as soon as I eliminated my slip angle. After 10 seconds, I was less than 50 feet from his bumper. I told my friend to call the police, because I had a perfect view of his license plate.

He called the police and read them the plates as we continued our chase. The truck turned onto some narrow backroads, and after 3 minutes of hopelessly trying to outrun me, he only had 1 option left: go somewhere I couldn't. He jumped his truck into a huge ditch and crossed over into the other lane of traffic, and I wasn't going to risk damage to my car to continue our epic chase.

I already had gotten his plates. The police sent out two officers to update our statements and verified that the plates matched his vehicle.

Through some of the most bizzare detective work imaginable, I played connect-the-dots and 4 hours later found myself 2 inches away from his parked truck.



After returning home from our adrenaline-filled chase, we sat around and discussed possible options of recourse. "Trust me" I said, "I would like nothing more than to hunt him down and smash every window in his truck and fucking beat his face in with your breaker bar, but I know that's not the right move right now."

"Yeah," they agreed, "doing something like that right now is going to make this situation a lot worse." My mind raced along, dancing happily with images of waiting beside his truck and approaching him with a long steel bar in my hand. A huge smile crossed my face, but I realized that I wouldn't be able to make that a reality for two reasons: I had absolutely no idea who he was or where he lived, and I knew that I would probably go to jail.

I left my car at my friends house for the night and he gave me a lift back to my apartment.

As soon as I walked through my door, I sat down at my computer and visited Facebook.com in hopes of making some kind of connection. I began backtracking and thinking back to my friend that lives down the hall (the one I mentioned in part one). About a month ago, I stopped hanging out with him because he started dealing drugs and spent every waking moment smoking weed and playing Quake. We were hanging out after class one day while he smoked, and I told him that he should slow down a little; he responded by telling me to shut up and to mind my own business. "I'm not trying to be an asshole man, I'm just looking out for you as your friend - we were really good friends all during the fall semester, but it seems like now your life revolves around smoking weed and playing Quake 3 all day - don't you think you're going to turn into a burnout?" I asked him.

It got really uncomfortable after that, and I ended up excusing myself a few minutes later. I stopped going over to his apartment completely and we just stopped seeing each other. On the morning before the accident, I found myself killing time on Facebook. I visited my hallmates profile and noticed a few comments from his friend Brad, one of his loser drug dealer friends that I had met on a few occasions - he was always nice to me and I was always pleasant to him.

So, after the nights events, I visited my hallmates profile again, looking for the impossible chance that I could tie together some kind of lead. I noticed the comments that his friend Brad had left on his wall earlier had disappeared. "That's kind of weird," I thought. I figured that my hallmate might have deleted his comment for whatever reason, so I looked through his friends list to see if I could find him that way. He wasn't there - it's like he disappeared into thin air. I sent my hallmates profile to a few of my friends to see if they could see Brad's comment - maybe it was some kind of bug.

"Yeah man," my friend told me, "I see it right here". 4 more of my friends proceeded to tell me the same thing - they could all see Brad's account and comments. "OK," I thought - "this is pretty weird now". I started looking through the Facebook privacy settings, and I found an option for blocking people - giving you the ability to appear completely non-existent to someone. "Hmm, why would this guy block me?" I thought to myself.

And then I remembered it - Brad drove a truck. During one of our brief conversations, he asked me about my car. I returned the small chat by asking him about his car - a truck.

Brad drove a truck, he had become completely invisible to me, and he was very intimately associated with the only person I was not on good terms with. OK.

I had my friends view his Facebook profile and get me his address. He lived at Traditions, one of the expensive off-campus student housing complexes. I felt like I was being paranoid and ridiculous, but I couldn't resist. I drove over to Traditions with my friend, and we parked down the street and walked over to the parking garage.

"I'm sorry for dragging you out here," I apologized. "I know this seems really silly and paranoid, and the odds of this panning out are practically non-existent" I said. "It's ok," he said, "let's just go take a look." We walked up the parking garage between rows of cars, looking for a blue truck.

Two stories up.
A blue Ford F150 FX4.
With a sticker.
With the exact same license plate.

"Holy fucking shit. I can't fucking believe this.." I said to my friend in disbelief.

It all came back to him. One of my best friends that I went to high school with. My hallmate that lives no more than 25 feet down the hall from me. He had his friend smash my fucking car.

I called the cops this morning and told them that I found out who it was and where he lived, and that this wasn't just a hit and run - it was aggrivated vandalism of my car.

He's going to be slapped with multiple felonys and I'm going to sue the fucking shit out of him. And that's not even the start of it."

def quite entertaining....

Nice.

owned.

Wow, where's that story from? I wanna hear about when the asshat goes to jail

I smell a movie.. at the very least, a sitcom...

Awesome story.

Good stuff. I always like it when the victim gets complete revenge in the end.

What, no blood?

Good story, though. I feel the world is just for another day.

The story needed more lesbians, but pretty sweet.

I am gonna have to call bullshit, where did that even come from?

nice one

Not you again...

It came from McDonald's, the ruination of America.













FIGHT!!

didnt find a $20 so its no good try again only include finding a $20

Wow. I read ever word. Pretty entertaining. I laughed at the parts where he described in detail how he was shifting and his beautiful rotary engine. Haha.