"Yup! A Driving lesson!"

I'm currently listening to: Idobi Radio... "Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne

I'm nineteen and re-learning how to drive. "What?!" I can hear you say in disbelief... "You don't know how?" That's right. Well, I do, some. Break on the left, Gas on the right. Nothing but automatics for me. Well, not for quite some time. I'm not going to get too far into the reasons why I took a four month hiatus in learning how. Let's just say that I'm on a permit and it was my second lesson. Today was technically my fourth.

I didn't remember that Dad was running on lack of sleep until after I saw him yawn. Two hours doesn't even reach a REM cycle. By then I had already sealed myself in the contract. Also, there was this numbness creeping over my body.

He took me to the upper parking lot at the South County Mall and switched seats with me. After twenty minutes of stopping, starting, pulling foward, driving in reverse, and using the parking break, I stopped the car.

Me: I don't know what's wrong... I want to do this. I'm just so...
Dad: That's why were're only doing it a little bit at a time.
Me: Maybe I do know what's wrong. I read this pamphlet shortly after the crash.
Dad: Yeah?
Me: It said, "Do you really want to put your child in charge of a two-ton death machine that could potentially get you from one location to another at breakneck speeds?"
Dad: (quickly)So what are you saying? That you don't want to drive?

Two things flashed before my eyes. The thought of having to take the bus for the rest of my life, and a comic I had drawn at the beginning of my Freshman year. I was originally going to title it "Skewed", but never got around to doing anything with it. Maybe I'll put up the five strips that I have and build from there.

I guess my point is- I have the rest of my life. Would I rather spend it in the back passenger seat or turning the ignition?

I chose to turn the key again. I'll have buses for a while. I'll have driving for the rest of my life.