"High school graduation. I was not a popular guy. I liked to draw, and tinker with cars. After the actual ceremony took place, I made my way back home in the 71 454 Vette. Dad let me use it to drive to and from graduation, knowing me well enough that I wouldn't do anything stupid. I was walking out towards the Vette, and ran into the security guard named Frank. We talked for 2 hours.
I missed my own graduation party, because of Frank. Mom was furious. Dad asked what we talked about. Cars and…"
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