a couple of guitar were stolen from the practice room at the squat, when some junkies broke in. a week later some little kids tried to sell the exact same instruments back to us, so I asked them to follow me into the practice room to "have a look if the guitars were working so I could safely purchase them" lol. When they were inside I grabbed one of em by the collar and told him I would cut him a columbian necktie if he didn't tell me from whom he had gotten the stolen goods. They almost pissed their pants and told me the name of the guy they got the instruments from... actually we didn't want to call the cops cause that's always just more trouble than you really asked for, but someone called them anyways and since I was sort of the only spokesperson there that day, they took down my name and address... now it seems that they caught the burglar and I hope he will go straight to pound-me-in-the-ass-juvie for that. so yeah... I guess they will ask a few questions about were I got the name of the guy from, if I recognize him... blablabla.