When I was 16, I slept-drove in my car.
Walking outside half-naked, I pulled my keys from my underwear like it was a jean pocket.
Entering my 2001 white Pontiac, I put the keys in the ignition and drove two miles before I merged onto the 101 S FWY.
I woke up terrified and behind the wheel, not knowing where I was until I was in the next city over. I drove back immediately.
Needless to say, I would have had no explanation if my parents or the authorities had found me...
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
When I was 16, I slept-drove in my car.
Walking outside half-naked, I pulled my keys from my underwear like it was a jean pocket.
Entering my 2001 white Pontiac, I put the keys in the ignition and drove two miles before I merged onto the 101 S FWY.
I woke up terrified and behind the wheel, not knowing where I was until I was in the next city over. I drove back immediately.
Needless to say, I would have had no explanation if my parents or the authorities had found me...
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