Carjacking
I was sitting in the middle of the street as two men in black hoodies ran up and jumped in my car. "Drive!" The taller of the two men yelled at me. I snapped the car into gear and we drove off. Three blocks away he demanded that I pull over. I was muscled into the backseat and my gym bag was pulled over my head. My hands were wrapped with duct tape. The two men talked sparingly as they drove around for several minutes. They eventually pulled in a cool, oily smelling place and turned...