Lets see here... A buddy got into a accident on the corner of Dilworth and 97, I quickly drove across the street and came to the scene to make sure he was okay and the RCMP point a tazer at me, start yelling at me and tell me to keep my hands where they can see them or they'll shoot me... The end up putting me in cuffs and I have my own personal officer looking after me like a fucking baby sitter. It turns out they thought I was "street racing" but I had my story confirmed by a witness that I had nothing to do with it.
Than last night, I had my fucking car broken into. They took my cd wallet and insurance papers; rumaging through everything else in my interior finding my spare ignition key.
On top of this all... Every night coming up the "big hill" to my place, I give the turbo a "cool down period" which consists of idling down and back on the road. Looks like naibors have been having some punks stealing there gas in a "red car" like my own
So, at 12:30AM this bitch started banging on my door, saying that i'm the thief and she has ME on camera and the cops have been called... Even after showing the cunt my Gas record (I keep a record dated/times of when I fill up) she still insisted that its me followed by me slamming the door on her.
UGH Cant something go fucking right for one day?