What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?
Currently listening to: Love Somebody – Morgan Wallen
To lonely nights
Even when she’s up against me
I don’t know why
It feels like there’s nobody with me
And I’m still empty
Be a race car driver.
My dad first taught me how to drive when I was fourteen years old. I practiced on his old Honda that was a stick shift. I thought it was the best thing ever and since then I felt the need for speed.
I love driving too fast and too furious. It’s such an exhilarating feeling. I’ve been pulled over several times for excessively going over the speed limit, to the point that it would be considered reckless driving (going over 25 miles per hour over the speed limit). I used to drift in my modified Civic and I felt like I was in Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift.
I was officially given a ticket once in Pasadena, by the most handsome ginger cop. I was so distracted at how attractive he was that I just sat there with my mouth ajar the whole time.
The second time I was issued a ticket was in San Diego for speeding (I’m pretty sure I was going faster than what he said) and for having limo tint on the front side windows. I’ve been ticketed twice for the tint but still never got them removed. I love the anonymity and it’s necessary for fucking in the backseat.
My mind must have thought that I’m racing down the Autobahn. But it all came to a screeching halt when I developed astigmatism. Driving in the nighttime is like a kaleidoscope of colors and the lights become distorted. Fucking shit, ruined it all and now I drive a Prius. *snort*. But at least I still have the tints intact…
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