Do You Know Who Owns This Car?

The red one, I mean.  If you do, could you kindly punch him or her in the throat the next time you meet?

Whatever they did to cause all these cop cars to come tearing into our lot with sirens blazing is the reason I’m sitting here writing this at 6:40am on a Sunday morning.

I didn’t see them getting out of the car, I can only assume that in the time it took me to get out of bed, swear, pee, swear and get to the window they either ran or were put in one of the police cars.  I got to the window just in time to see them searching the car and messing around with a bunch of plastic baggies.

I stealthily made my way out to the balcony with my camera, which was no easy feat as I had to squeeze past my Christmas tree to get to the door.  Deciding it wasn’t worth dragging my tripod out there I tried to get the best photo I could freehanded. Yeah, that didn’t go so well.

Anyway, what do you expect from me at 6:15am after bolting out of bed thinking the coppers were coming for me?  You are lucky I cared enough to get you a photo at all!