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He throws the booster seat on the carseat and I squeeze in among all the crap. I close the door and he floors it. squealing through the grocery store parking lot blaring tech n9ne. he almost speeds into the blackberry bushes but jerks the wheel to the right at the last second and makes it feel like we're gonna flip end over end at every speed bump. he take another quick turn, a left, at the end of the lot. we turn left again at the four way, without stopping. he speeds up more when goin up 7th and the car starts smoking around the trailer park. we reach my house and he burns out in the short stub of driveway. I get out smiling,thank him, and fall into the ditch. The can of monster falls out of my inner pocket, so I put it back, dig myself out, close the door, which I hadn't successfully done and walk toward the door. they back out, almost hitting the apartment fence and speed off toward his house. this is a rare moment in my life, my dad being who he is, stupid thrills like this are few and far between so I treasure each and every one of em
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
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He throws the booster seat on the carseat and I squeeze in among all the crap. I close the door and he floors it. squealing through the grocery store parking lot blaring tech n9ne. he almost speeds into the blackberry bushes but jerks the wheel to the right at the last second and makes it feel like we're gonna flip end over end at every speed bump. he take another quick turn, a left, at the end of the lot. we turn left again at the four way, without stopping. he speeds up more when goin up 7th and the car starts smoking around the trailer park. we reach my house and he burns out in the short stub of driveway. I get out smiling,thank him, and fall into the ditch. The can of monster falls out of my inner pocket, so I put it back, dig myself out, close the door, which I hadn't successfully done and walk toward the door. they back out, almost hitting the apartment fence and speed off toward his house. this is a rare moment in my life, my dad being who he is, stupid thrills like this are few and far between so I treasure each and every one of em
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brandon-webb
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
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