Well, I've had an exciting day. Went snowboarding in the morning, did a band rehearsal in the evening with our band's ex-drummer...oh ya, I caught a car thief. When I was coming back from my band rehearsal (around midnight), I saw the auto-sensor light in the front of my house was on. I pulled into the driveway and left my carlights on. I looked in my garage (an open carport) and there's this *#(&( hiding in the shadows. I start screaming at him (Who the #*($ are you? What are you doing in my garage?). Anyways, he comes out and says he was only trying to keep warm. I'm freaking out at him and suddenly, he's legging it down the street. I ran after him (it was snowing like crazy too) and pulled out my cell phone. Fortunately, my cell actually worked so I'm screaming at the emergency operator and chasing this mofo in the snow. Fortunately, a passing minivan stopped and chased the guy down the street backwards. The thief eventually stopped running when the minivan caught up to him. I'm still yelling at him, yelling into my cell phone and trying not to flip out 100%. Anyways the cops arrived and they tell me that they can't arrest him for breaking and entering because technically there is no breaking and enter with an open carport. They can't even book him for trespass even though he's hiding in my freakin' garage with the intention to do god-knows-what. Good news, kind of. Turns out buddy had a stolen car stereo in his backpack. After they told me they couldn't book him, the operator came back and informed them of a stolen stereo earlier in the evening. Anyways, that's the whole damn story. But what really gets me is that that mofo knows where I live and the cops won't let me know who he is. I think I have every right to know who he is and where he lives so I can #$#* him over. He'll probably got a few days in jail and be let go. Bastard.