Last night while watching the monstrosity that is the stage play of Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself on DVD with Ben and Kevin, a huge huge crash came from down the street. It sounded like a giant pane of glass being dropped on concrete from a really high distance. What it actually was was a car crashing into the side of a house a few houses away, on the corner of Drayton and Jones.
No one died and it didn't seem like anyone was hurt, really. We went and looked at the giant hole in the house, talked to a mutual friend who saw it happen, and then eventually went back inside to finish the play.
A few hours later, after police tape was put up and the car and people and the cops were all gone, this is what was there:
Someone looked over there and saw not the place of a terrible car accident, but the opportunity to live out a dream.
And really, haven't we all had that dream? To be in a situation where making a sign of the Kool-Aid man breaking through a wall would make sense?
Whoever is responsible for this is an amazing angel.
UPDATE: SEPTEMBER 15, 2010
My previously mentioned friend Kevin, who was present for this event, has published the journal comic chronicling the event: