The pains of driving with a screamin bitch..
Drove with my dad by my side today. Throughout the journey he was screaming, "Edwin, you’re too close to the kerb! Slow! Slow! Edwin! What’s wrong with you arh?! Where got people move to the right to allow oncoming cars to cross!!!" He then finally ended off saying, "Edwin, I still feel you’re not ready to handle the car on your own yet." Now that really takes the cake. Its been what… 6 bloody months since I’ve got my license. I did not spend 1.2k for a piece of plastic and to say," Papa, could you drive with me." I spent 1.2k of my own god damn money so that i can god damn drive my ownself around and not have someone shouting by the side. F***… call it care and concern for a son or whatever, but this really stinks of lack of trust. No matter how well I drive, how slow I go…. It’ll never be good enough for my dad. Knowing my dad the only way he’ll let me drive is if I buy myself a car… fine really. Be that way then. I’ve had enough of his f**kdup old school tutorials. But then again… since when has he trusted me? Since when have I been good enough for him? Hell… since when has ANYONE been good enough for him. Shit.. some dad I have.
