Is There a Connection?

Last night at 11:30 there was a commotion outside my house - specifically, in front of the house of my [meth addicted] next door neighbor. There were about six people having a very heated discussion for a good twenty minutes. While I couldn't make out most of what was said, I did hear something about a white Toyota truck which was gone. A little before midnight, a squad car pulls up and one of the gathered people has a conversation with an officer.

This morning, a couple of minutes ago, I hear knocking on my door. Typically, I don't answer my door when I'm not specifically expecting someone. This is to avoid people who are trying to sell me stuff or trying to get me to go to their church. Today, however, given this weekend's special circumstances, I broke policy.

I open my door to find a neighbor I don't recognize. He's the owner of last night's truck. As it turns out, he let the meth addict borrow it yesterday and the guy left him in his house (i.e. next door) and never returned. The neighbor somehow didn't get the addict's name (why you'd lend your truck to someone without knowing their name is baffling to me) and was asking if I knew anything about the guy. I wrote down his name and wished my neighbor luck in the return of his truck.

Neighbor: I don't know if maybe he's in jail or something. Then I'd know where to go get my truck. Now I can call and ask if he's there.

Maybe, if he is, that means I get my CDs back.