So you're invited to a wedding in Delaware, why would I bring a pink T shirt? Why would I decide to take a walk and end up in the bad side of town? Why would I risk life and limb along with my sister and cousin? Because I am a dumbass. When the cops pull up to you and say, "what the hell are you people doing here? (and probably thinking, "in a pink shirt") and then offer to take you to the "safe part of town", you're probably in harms way. Thankfully, we weren't shot, robbed or sold into sex slavery, but it was weird being in the back of a police car in Delaware. Can you imagine South Florida cops rescuing anybody like that?
Cop: "I don't wanna see you 'round these parts again".
A dejected Paul. Why am I sad? The smell of the back of a cop car or the terrible decision to wear a pink shirt?
I never want to have this view again.
BONUS: For some reason, my idiot 13 yr old thought a shaved eyebrow would be a good look. He was wrong.