For my 17th birthday, my mom and dad bought me a used 1982 Nissan Pulsar. It was tre cool.
Also, I totally did not deserve a car. I was a brat, completely irresponsible and just not that smart.
I drove it for a few months all over the Buffy. And then I had an accident, which involved driving down a really steep hill in Boston, New York in the rain after having a few Sun Country Wine Coolers. I was way past my curfew and I was speeding to get back to the 14221 and it was raining really hard and at the bottom of the hill you could turn right or left but not go straight because straight ahead was a giant field of corn.
And I FLEW into the cornfield. My front bumper and transmission were dislodged and I was pretty scared. I had two friends with me but no one was hurt and I was dumb enough to believe the shit my dad had once told me:
"If you're ever in trouble, just make sure you call. We won't be mad, I promise. Just please call us and we'll take care of everything".
So I called and oh. He was PISSED. Like, screaming at me on the phone at 3am pissed.
I totally deserved it, though.
Anyway, I was okay, just totally grounded and not nearly as popular for a few months without the car. My stupid Canisus high school boyfriend broke up with the next day, the little jerkoff. The car came back to me in the fall, all fixed up and then I promptly crashed it again. Because I'm a total moron. But that's another story.
My neighbor's kid (AJ is 16! A great age to get a car, right?) backed out of his driveway the other day and murdered a shrub and a lamppost while he was at it.
Yesterday, Peter was trying to help get the car off the stuff AJ ran over without destroying the undercarriage or starting an electrical explosion and I walked over to bust some chops and AJ saw me coming and yelled out...
Nice pre-emptive diss. He is one dead 16 year-old.