Walking in the Light

This is my car.

I was shot at today on the way to lunch. Actually, not even close, a rock hit my window. But apparently I might have been shot at. There was a distinct possibility I was shot at. Or so I was told, before the police laughed at the idea I might have been shot at.

Regardless of why, I am now rocking a ghetto carriage the likes of which my subdivision has never seen. It is thug nasty.

But wait, it gets better.

This is my brother.

Why is he at the police department? Why, because he was arrested tonight, of course, as my mother and I were informed via phone call from random high school student tonight at about 10:30. Yes, that's right, just in case my life wasn't ghetto fabulous enough, my brother gets handcuffed in the middle of the stands of a high school football game and thrown into the back seat of a cop car. When we arrived at the police department, he was being detained in the interrogation room.

He said they threw him behind bars at one point.

Oh, my life is so ghetto.

But hey, it could be worse, right? My life will never be this ghetto.

On a totally different, un-ghetto-fied note, here's the hilarious image du jour:

It's capturing moments like these that makes me remember how much I love photography.