Okay, this is the part where I stop telling people that my neighborhood is safe, really...
My dad went to the party store down the street last night, in the new mini-van (of the two cars we own it's the good one). As he was coming out, a guy with a semi-automatic stopped him and stole the van.
My dad's fine, less one car.
Pray for my family please, they struggle with money as it is, and my sister says that they didn't have theft insurance. (I haven't talked to my mom yet.)
Oh, and in the spirit of dark humor:
KerouacTheCat: hallmark sure doesn't have a card for this. moredetails15: ghetto hallmarks do
