All right, folks....crisis averted.

As it turns out, this entire thing that had my ass in a meat grinder was an indiscriminate call, using the IDed person's stolen cellphone. (I had IDed the owner of the cellphone through a chance call to one of my friends. Read about it in the link below: )

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Chances are, whoever made that call did not know who I was, but probably did so just to be a blatant asshole.

That's not to say that this is the end of it, though. The police will still check out the IDed person and his story, and will get back to me. Hopefully, this all blows over and I can resume my normal, carefree life again.

Thanks for the support, everybody. I really appreciated it that everybody came together in this time of crisis and helped me out with their advice. Needless to say, I guess I can dismount the makeshift sniper towers from my roof.


My buddies!:





The VG Cat Zoo Crew!:








Artist-type geniuses:








Clubs that I'm a part of (that aren't available at Subway):