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What the hell?

You know how sometimes you look at something, then look again and go 'WTF?'

I had one of those moments this morning.

Just so you know, my efforts to 'be completely present in every moment' are resulting in me noticing some things that for some reason I wouldn't normally notice. Don't mock me, I'm working on myself and sometimes the results are startling.

Anyway, I was almost to work, just a traffic light away, and found myself behind an older Chevy SUV..maybe a Tahoe, but more like a smaller Suburban. It was a deep metallic blue at some point, now faded to almost a sky blue, and the windows were darkened...not completely blacked out, but someone tinted them.

On the back window was one of those stick figure family things, and from what I could tell, there was a Daddy, a Mommy, a little girl, a little boy, and dog and cat in their family.

And now is when things get a little weird(er).  This is when my eyes travel to the right, and see that on that side of the back window are three bullet holes. And beneath those, on the metal part beneath the window (tailgate, I guess?) are 8 more.

That's ELEVEN bullet holes, people! ELEVEN!

Who in the hell do you piss off to get that result? And what is the rest of the story? I watch Breaking Bad, so of course I'm assuming this was a drug deal gone bad, or that someone pissed off a local gang and barely got away with their POS blue SUV and their life.

There was also a '$' on the tailgate, on the left side above the name of the original car dealer. I'm not sure what that means, but since I watch Breaking Bad and stuff, I assumed it was some kind of message for buyers or whomever...but I'm not cool enough to really understand what it means and I really don't care to circulate with people who would know.

Apparently I have a fair amount of chickenshit survivor instinct in me to not pursue this further.

The light turned green, we made our left turn, and as I accelerated to get out of the noxious fumes emanating from the dual, chrome exhaust pipes of this vehicle...I noticed three more bullet holes in the side window.

Really?

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