Two Words - Crack Pipe

For those who don't know, our roommate's truck was stolen a month ago. Last Tuesday, on the day he was to receive a check from his insurance company for his truck, the cops called to say they found it. Banjo and I went with him to pick it up on the super-sketchy part of town (we just live in a sketch part).

The truck had been parked on the street for about two weeks, across from a tiny church. The pastor of the church came outside while we were there, and I talked to him for a bit. He called the cops about the truck a few days after it was parked, but they told him that it wasn't stolen. The reason was because the thieves had stolen plates from a different white Toyota Tacoma and put them on Matt's car, and the owner of the plates never called to report it. The cops didn't put two-and-two together until they were about to tow Matt's truck and they called the owner of the stolen plates. Then they kind of figured things out.

But this wasn't your normal stolen car situation. There was a green spoiler in the bed, and they had put a new bumper on the back. And Matt's key wouldn't start the car, which made people think it had been re-keyed (turns out it was just a little damaged). All of these crazy circumstances made the cops call a forensic cop to take finger prints inside and outside the truck, and swab for DNA as well.

Once Matt's truck was towed back to our house, he was looking through it to assess all of the damage. As he was cleaning and looking, he found a piece of glass that looked like it was used to smoke drugs with. But it didn't smell like marijuana. When Matt showed it to me, I thought it was a crack pipe. Sure enough, when the cops came again, they confirmed my suspicion. And they added "Yeah, that's a pretty big one."

Just another day in the AK.