I was in Orange Mound yesterday selling some CDs to one of my homies. He stays in one of them apartment complexes where the parking lot is small as shit. So this girl was trying to back in her car right next to mines and ran into my shit. She really didn't mess anything up, but she broke one of my headlights. I'm standing on the sidewalk the whole time watching her. She didn't see me until she got out of her car. So I'm like, "you know you just hit my car?". As soon as I said that she's in the car and taking off. I hops in my car and start chasing after her. Now I'm not too familiar with Orange Mound(even though I stayed there when I was younger)because it's probably the worst part in Memphis and try not to go around that part. But the girl was just a turning on this street and that street, trying her damn best to get away. I never knew a damn Acura could go so damn fast. Once I finally realized that I wasn't gonna catch her ass, I tried to get her plate number but she was too damn far ahead. So I just gave up and took my ass home. Pride and Ego all fucked up. The girl couldn't have been no older than 18. I'm thinking should I go back to those apartments and wait on her to come back or just leave it alone. She really didn't do any serious damage to my baby. It's just the fact that she ran away when I tried to comfront her about it. What Would Jesus Do?