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Alrighty then, another addition to the journal of how my life sucks.
Well, a while back before my stepdad died, we were driving down the road, heading back home, and about half way down the road, he tells me to stop, so I do, and he gets out, tells me to go to the park and wait for him.
So I listen, not knowing what the hell is going on, and park my car.
About an hour later, he knocks on my window and tells me to pop the trunk of my car, which I can do from the inside of my car, and he places something back there.
Now, by this time, im kind of suspicious, but I brush it off.
The next morning, theres all this stuff on the ground, two small T.V's, an Xbox 360, a stereo system and a dvd/vcr combo.
I didnt realize at the time that this stuff was what was in my trunk, so I ignore it.
Little did I know, that all that was the stolen stuff.
But I didnt find out till a few days later when he died, and his sister tells me a friend of ours had some stuff stolen, and I tell her what happened, fill out a police report explaining everything to them, and forgetting about it.
A few weeks later, I hear a knock on my door and notice two cops outside.
Thinking they were here to talk about my stepdad, I open the door and say hello, and the ask me if my name was Ryan Russell, and thats when im like, "Oh crap....."
So they cuff me and take me to the police station, where I stay for six days and then get out on monday thanks to my father.
So, moral of the story?
ALWAYS WATCH WHAT PEOPLE PUT IN YOUR TRUNK.....AND DONT GO TO JAIL, IT AINT FUN.
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