oh ok I can see where your coming from.
1. Yes, the tires were a major PITA! lol The original plan was to try and do it at a shop either at school where we had taken auto tech the year before or at one of our friends shops where he worked. I wanna say tire kingdom, tire king or something like that, but I don't remember the name now. But we quickly realized that it was going to be nearly impossible to pull it off during the middle of the day. So we chose to do it at night instead. The first tire alone took probably an hour. We had to unbolt the rim, deflate the tire, push in the sides to break the seal and used what looked like a rubber covered crowbar type tool and some dark thick looking grease stuff. I'm not sure what it was cause one of the guys brought them. After the first one the others were much faster but still took 2 of us for each one.
2. Heck no I was not about to break into any garages over this guy. There weren't any anyways. Only very small covered car ports. He lived in an apartment at the end of the complex next to the big dumpsters. But he always parked on the other side of the dumpsters where there was no "official" parking but a big dirt spot because he and his riced out Honda hatchback were just so important he didn't want anyone else around it. The area was often used to smoke at since no one really had a reason to go back there.
3. The friends who helped me were also his roommates. He is the kind of friend that people keep around because they can be funny and crazy but also known as a total prick. He owed everybody something at the time. But I think it was the couple months of back rent for his room that tipped the scales in my favor. He ended up being kicked out after that anyways.
He sent me a couple of threatening texts but didn't do anything after that. He had a lot bigger problems than me and the tires. I figured that if he were bold enough to call the cops on me I had the receipt with my name and credit card info on it. Hopefully they just wouldn't turn it over. lol
The problem with lies is that you have to keep lying to maintain them.
9. I see no outcome where someone of authority isn't questioning where the tires went. You can't even load it on a tow truck with no tires.
10. Stop lying Dammit.
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