Just now three hour ago my car got jacked. I just talked to the police station, and I'm getting an officer right now. It"s been a real b**th since I thought I left the pink in my car from when I tried to register it. The police officer I first saw said he couldn't do anything since I had no proof it was my car, so he didn't even take a report (the pig)!!! My bother let me borrow his car so I can get home, but the F**cking car ran out of gas in like a mile. I pushed it as far as I could untill I got to the gas station, and couldn't go any further. So I was stuck for like an hour. Finally someone was nice enough to help me (thank you saint from god). Then I filled up,and when I got home my mom told me that she took the pink out of the car, and I was like woohoo. I called the police station of where it happend, and they said that my city's sheriffs station needs to make a curtisy report, and they also got upset when they found out that the officer didn't take the report, and now I'm waiting for a police officer. LIFE'S SHIT AINT IT!