This car might not seem out of place to you, but to me it tells a different story. The subtle reflection of last dying sunrays and dishonest scatter, the supple spare wheel on the back, the bare metal colliding with waves of light and atmosphere - they paint a pleasant picture, but the truth is a lot sinister. As I kneel down to take the shot, a sense of unease comes over me. Despite everything this scene has going for it, there's something seriously wrong here. I can't put my finger on it yet, but I know time is running out.
Then, as I'm standing up, a realization hits me like a horse on a wet summer day. I'm gripped with rage, disbelief and disgust. The last time I felt like this was when I was one move away from winning a game of Catan, but that dumb jock Chad rolled a 7 and took a sheep card from me, ruining my plans. The infatuated laughs of Veronica still echo in my ear. I've earned that victory, just like I've earned Veronica, and yet they were both taken from me.
Everything is clear now. The feeling of unease, the sense of impending doom, the ringing alarm bells in the back of my mind, they were all for good reason. I know what's wrong now: This car is NOT a lambo. As my head begins clearing I throw my hands behind my back and sprint back to my apartment. The website "
lamboticket.com" (tm) is already on a hotkey in my browser, so it doesn't take long to load it up and purchase a ticket (potential value of over $300k). Good thing I'm not affiliated with this website in any way!
And a quick PSA for all those trolls pretending to be me on 4chan: Yes, the lack of focus in this shot is an Artistic choice.
