Last Sunday I got to go shopping with my dad and his friend Agnis. They went to school together and grew up in the same neighborhood. The neighborhood being in the ghetto of Detroit, with crack houses galore and gangs. Last time they took a visit they were exploring their old school, while they ran into some French documentary film makers. They were excited to run into somebody who attended the school. A week or so later they hear on the news a dead body was found in a ditch right next to the school, and its been there for awhile. Creepy thought. We're going to their old neighborhood for pictures in a few weeks, I can't wait.