This morning, I stepped outside and my car was covered in it. I couldn't breathe the air was so thick. My dad asked me to pull my car up on the driveway so he could hose it down.
Funny image: My dad washing off the ash on my car while wearing a haz-mat mask. (Did I spell that right?).
He bought that ridiculous thing back because of 9-11. Shoot, he only bought one for himself too! Even though it looked ridiculous, and my sister and I kept yelling at my dad to take that damn thing off - deep down inside I knew I wanted to wear one too. Damn my weird-o dad and his strange ass ideas....