Past people whose fingers dangle dangerously near the front edge of the car. Past dogs that have no care in the world, least of all my loud honking machine that is dangerously close. Past other cars that tease and flirt with mine.
With a father whose hands are glued to the hand brake, JUST IN CASE. And a mind that cant distinguish left from right.
With a father whose hands are glued to the hand brake, JUST IN CASE. And a mind that cant distinguish left from right.
