I did nothing.
My dad took the steering wheel off my car, and put a hold on my savings and checking accounts, so I could use the money. He had a police officer stop by, saying he was looking for me, because I had been selling pot and stolen car parts.
I got home that night (used to share a ride to work with a couple of friends), and he gave me hell, and told me he had called the cops. He wanted me to admit to anything I had been doing. Turns out, I was the wrong guy, afterall. Some jackass with the same name as mine (fairly common name) was the one they were looking for, and when my the cops called to let him know that I was ok, he showed me everything he had done.