"Wow...memories.
Shortly after getting my license, I wrinkled the door on my brother's old Firebird against a tree. Nobody was in danger of being hurt, but I figured I wouldn't be driving for a while, so I put my license on dad's dresser and awaited the inevitable.
Pops came up to my room upon arriving home, handed me my driver's license, and told me in a very calm and even tone that he wasn't interested in taking my freedom and that I wasn't going to get off that easy. I was to park my…"
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