This is a blog about a personal experience I went thru a few months ago. I was out running errands and had my cuzzins bank card to take out some money for them n pick something up. So I go thru tha drive-thru ATM and withdraw $400, I'm in a fuckmess of a rush and I'm talkin on my phone and looking for my wallet and doin a million things at once, so the stupid ass question, worded to confuse pops up in the opposite context that my usual ATM asks. Me, stupidly, was used to my bank and when asked, indicated that I wanted to continue banking. As the cash is dispensing, I hear loud, pounding bass pulling up behind me, I take a quick glance in my mirror and can only see the lower, dented panels of a red, old-model sunfire, with fake wal-mart hubcaps gleaming with fake chrome. this combined with the loud ethnic music led me to believe the driver was of middle eastern decent (this assumed without actually seeing him) so I snatch my cash, rip outta tha drive-thru. Get home, errands complete, start lookin for my cuzzins debit card to return, cant find it, I start panicking. i rip back to the bank, no sign of tha card. Shit. So my cuzzin calls tha bank and asks what the last transaction was; turns out it was $500, after my inital $400. This fuckin prick behind me jacked me. Not me even, I coulda bit tha bullet, but now i owe $500. So I'm kinda disgruntled by this point. As i'm drivin around town coming home from work I keep thinkin bout this car I remembered seeing behind me, and what i would do if i found him. so 7 days go by, I'm on my way home from work on friday and im still semi-scanning for scum. Im on tha same street as tha bank and I drive passed an intersection an see a red sunfire make a right to follow me, I slow down. I see tha car gettin closer and i notice cheesy hubcaps, it gets even closer and I notice the dents on the lower drivers-side panel. BOOM, this is tha fuckin jerk off that jacked me. A million things are rushin thru my head as my adrenaline starts to pump.. I'm thinkin bout what my next move should be. So i slow to a crawl and catch a red light, forcing the dirtbag behind me to have to stop. I throw tha car in park, swing my door open and walk up to buddies window. windows already down, so i just walk up, reach right in and snatch his keys an tell him "Hey man, you are the guy that stole my money last week, arent you?" English is def. not his mother-tongue so communication is posing a bit of a problem. I repeat it, "Did you steal my fuckin money from the ATM?" gettin a bit amped up by now. He swears on his tits hes not the guy. I keep at it, meanwhile, traffic is building up, 8-10 cars behind us in our lane honking. i keep pressuring him, yelling now, then a guy in a H3 pulls up next to us, saying something in this guys language to him first then to me, he says pull over an talk, I say "if i give this clown his keys back, hes gonna fuck off" the guy reassures me he wont and to just pull off to a side street. i hesitate then give tha guy his keys, surprisingly enough the guy follows me, so now we are standing face to face and hes still denying any knowledge, almost to the point where I am second guessing my sherlock holmes skills. so i threaten to punch him by grabbin his shirt and pressing my fist to his face. by tha way im 22yrs old, 230lbs 6'2''. this guy is like 35yrs old, 200lbs 5'10'' No dice, hes still denying. I then say "Fine, im callin tha cops, then we can sort this out" he says "odakay, ju call a police den u get ina trouble" i dont have exactly good rapport with cops so im just kinda sayin this to scare him. he still doesnt give, im kinda freakin out right now. some bystanders see the altercation and actually call tha cops. so we are arguing for a good 10mins maybe more, Cop shows up. Great. Cops in his car for a couple secs, the guy gets scared and FINALLY admits, yes, he is the culprit. Holy shit was i relieved. He quickly says "Ah yes, i take jor card, dont tell a police please" so i said fine man, ill deal with this. Cop is walkin to tha car now, i walk toward the cop, I say "Oh hi officer, we have settled the dispute, we just had an accident an now we are gonna settle outside of insurance an he is going to pay me" tha cops kinda surprised, so he laughs a bit and says "o ok, well are you sure everythings alright?" "yeah yeah no problem" i assure him. he senses something and goes up to the theif and asks if everything was ok. He just nods and says "yes we are ok"  So cop leaves. He reaches into his car, under his floor mat, and hands me my cuzzins debit card. What a fuckin little deceitful cunt. Almost had me fooled. So i give him a smack on tha back of the head. Hes shitscared cuz I purposely acted like a madman rager. So i say "ok, get in your car we are going back to the ATM where you stole the money." He agrees, we get to the ATM machine, he tries to take out $500, nope, daily limit wont allow it. Well, fuck. I take $200 from him, tell him to open his wallet, another $50 and make him open his pockets; maybe $8 in change. I take it and ask him, "So how you gonna pay me?" he says that his wife has another bank card with no limit. So im thinkin what is the smartest plan of action to avoid any unwanted bullshit from this guy. so here we are driving around in HIS car, me in the passenger seat. we drive to the initial spot where my car is parked and i say "Ok park here, get in my car" he does and i say "Give your keys, I dont want you trying to take off on me" he doesnt like the idea "No man, no man, dont steal my car" I say "YOU BETTER GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN KEYS" he listens. he gets in my car, we drive to HIS house, I say "Man, I got a gun under my seat, so if you try to come out of your house with a weapon of anything i wont think twice to shoot you."  theres no gun, just a can of bear-spray. but he buys it. he comes back out, no weapon, no people to help him out. We drive back to the bank, he goes to take the money out, i say "Make it $600." he pleas with me that he only took $500 but considering the fuck around I deserve a fee. I get my money, jump in my car leaving that fucker with no money and a long fuckin walk back to his car. Serves him right. My cuzzin in that week actually called the cops to get the ATM security camera and catch him. The cops leave a bullshit, longwinded message on the machine pretty much saying "Well, how could your cousin remember the description of the car if u said he doesnt know who stole it?" and "We dont believe you, so if we dont hear back from you then we will assume you left it at that, and dont want to pursue it." What a buncha fucks. I got my own street level justice that day and its something I wont soon forget. You get what you deserve.