I woke up this morning and my truck was missing. My brother is a crack addict and I immediately suspected him because he called me at 2:15 am this morning and I didn't answer the phone because I knew he was on a binge. I asked him if he knew where my truck was and he told me no, call it in stolen , so I did. He lives with my parents and I live a block away from them. I had a feeling I knew the area my truck would be if he took it. This evening I went looking for it in his stomping grounds. When he found out I was looking for it, while I was out, I got a phone call. It was my brother, he said I know where your truck is and he told me! I went to where he said it was and sure enough, it was there! I checked it all out and the only thing that was wrong with it was the ignition key tumbler had been broken. I called the cops to have them come and clear the vehicle so I didn't get arrested for driving my own truck. I had to tell them who took it, because I mysteriously knew where it was at. The cops asked me if I wanted to prosecute him. After thinking about it for awhile, I told them no, I would handle him myself. I called and had my dad bring my nephew with him to pick up the vehicle I was driving and I drove my truck away! I can't believe he had the nerve to steal my truck! He's very lucky I understand his addiction, and did not prosecute! I will make him pay! Lol The most amazing thing is it is my 4th day sober and I didn't use it as an excuse to drink! In the end, I can look back at it and laugh about it!