Ok...so the cops call me back earlier Sunday morning to tell me that they spoke with him. His excuse was that he didn't have enough money to ship me my stuff. BUT WHAT WAS UP WITH THE TRACKING NUMBER HE GAVE ME??? *he didn't say* So the police talked with his mom, lol and ask her for the house phone number. They call me up and gave it to me along with how many people lived in the household.
I called him up at 11:00am, his mom picked up, woke Brandon up, and he had his little sleepy voice on...awww how cute. Then I say, "Hey Brandon, guess who?" He goes, "who's this?" and i say, "the motha [fizzle]a you ripped off!" and he stayed quiet. I ask him questions and all i hear is silence. I ask him again, and all i got was, "i'll ship you your stuff back." then he hung up. Something told me that I wasn't going to see my stuff unless i do something about it.
A few phone calls to my, big black friends, lol and we're off on the 6 hour trip to Maine.
Omg the ride was sooooo long...it was endless, I brought my Dell 15gb Jukebox, and I listened to all the music on it, TWICE. lol. everyone fell asleep in the car at around 300 miles. The total distance was 420 1-way. Finally i see a sign that said Welcome to Maine.
After a while of driving, I arrived at MOUNTAIN DRIVE, NORRIDGEWOCK, ME. It was now 6:30pm. The sky was dark and the roads weren't illuminated at all. I had my high beams on the whole time. Mountain Drive is the scariest road i've ever seen in my life. It reminded me of Texas Chainsaw Massacre for some reason and I pictured myself running away and falling like the white girls do. Not only that, but I'm hispanic and my friends are black, if you think about it they're genetically faster at running and they can jump higher. lol so I would be the first one to die if anything.
I didn't know what to do, because I was scared of shotguns or chainsaws so I called the police station. I told him that I'm in Maine. And he was schocked that I drove so far, he told me the color of the house and to be careful. Then he said, "If you need anything, give me a call."
So I drive up the mountain to the tippy top only to find a super dark house and an MX6 in the corner! My digicam's flash couldn't even take a good picture, that's how dark it was.
That 's the house, and this if you look closely, you'll recognize it as the back of an MX6 I4:
So I knock on the door and all of a sudden the garage door opens?? Some guy peeked through the window and noticed it wasn't a family member, lol. So he came outside, and I asked for Brandon.
Apparently, Brandon wasn't home at the time, I was speaking with his step-dad. He seemed upset when i told him the situation, and gave Brandon a call. He passed me the phone and i go, "Hello Brandon, I'm home." lmao I could just imagine the look on his face on the other line.
He said to me, "Your stuff is in my car" then hung up. So I politely asked his dad to hand me the key to the car, and of course, seeing as there's a gang of ghetto folk in his presence, it would be in his best interest to cooperate. Otherwise...
He handed me the key, I opened up the trunk of the MX6 and VOILA! @-
I collect my JL AUDIO's and KENWOOD amp that are rightfully mine, and leave.
No more than 5 minutes later, I start to receive calls from my MX6.com family. It's nice to know that you guys care. lol. Making sure that I'm alive, how wonderful. I was too tired to drive back, so I slept most of the way and we all alternated when one of us got tired.
Thanks guys for all your support, caring, and guidance. I learned my lesson. And I appreciate my sound system even more now. The Maine Police Department are the [shizzle], too!!
It is now almost 3:00 am, and I'm going to sleep.
PARTING A LOT OF 2g STUFF
omg i just read this entire thread and if I was closer I would drive to shake his hand lol. It was terrible that he got ripped off, but my god I would sheet myself if two guys (maybe more) showed up and demanded stuff hell I would give them more than they had.... But good for u man im glad u got ur stuff back! 
Best thread ever right here. Glad your ok and got your stuff. back.
