I've been forbidden to teach Katee to drive. She kicked me out yesterday. So Charlie's taking over the driving lessons.
But really it's not her, it's me. I think she's wounded that I'm stompin' on the floor of the passenger seat side trying to find the brake. She did drive up Thrill Hill (Creswell Drive) yesterday. Did great! However that didn't keep my heart from flickering like a strand of cheap Christmas lights from the dollar store.
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9 years ago
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I think that's my problem...I'm just paranoid. What's the cure for that? Heavy drinking before I go out riding with her?
my problem is my father who acts like a lunatic while i'm driving......
no wonder cars are triggers for me, still DONT have my license, should have gotten it YEARS ago. pathetic.
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