When I was 9, Dad decided it was time for me to become a man and learn how to drive. Lucky for me, we got to drive the future death trap of a car which I fell in love with - a 1986 Ford Mustang LX. I want to say that this was right after we bought the car and before years of neglect would make my Mom so nervous that she wouldn't drive or get into the car unless I was driving.
My Dad got tasked with taking me to Sunday school at a local church. It was an easy 5-7 minute drive from my house. Dad asked me if I wanted to drive and I said "Yes!" enthusiastically. I got behind the wheel, he got into the passenger's side seat, and he then taught me the basics of driving.
"The most important thing that you will ever - EVER - learn about driving is the brake. You will always put your foot on the break. You don't have to press the gas. The car will go by itself."
So, with this newly acquired knowledge, I put my foot on the brake, and proceeded to turn the car on. *Boom* It started! Cool. So, I throw it into reverse and keep my foot on the brake the entire time; allowing the car to go by itself just like my Dad taught me. I then stopped and put the car into drive.
We started creeping out of the drive onto the main street of Gault Lane and we approached a stop sign. Once we made it to the intersection, my dad added, "Ok, now when I tell you turn the wheel hard to the right and press on the gas then just let go of the wheel once you've made the turn." Oh, I forgot to mention that I could barely see over the dashboard of the car while I'm driving
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So, I got to step on the gas and turn right as a car approached the intersection. I turn the wheel and let my arms cross and punch it almost hitting the other car. My Dad lunges over and grab the wheel and turns the car in the nick of time to avoid oncoming traffic while yelling at me. We get out to the intersection and make it to the next stop sign. I put the car in park and switch with my Dad.
Normally I would feel awful as my Dad was yelling at me, but in this case, I was proud as hell. I was the only 9 year old I knew of who's father tried teaching them how to drive.
I'm hoping to teach AKV when he's 6.
My Dad got tasked with taking me to Sunday school at a local church. It was an easy 5-7 minute drive from my house. Dad asked me if I wanted to drive and I said "Yes!" enthusiastically. I got behind the wheel, he got into the passenger's side seat, and he then taught me the basics of driving.
"The most important thing that you will ever - EVER - learn about driving is the brake. You will always put your foot on the break. You don't have to press the gas. The car will go by itself."
So, with this newly acquired knowledge, I put my foot on the brake, and proceeded to turn the car on. *Boom* It started! Cool. So, I throw it into reverse and keep my foot on the brake the entire time; allowing the car to go by itself just like my Dad taught me. I then stopped and put the car into drive.
We started creeping out of the drive onto the main street of Gault Lane and we approached a stop sign. Once we made it to the intersection, my dad added, "Ok, now when I tell you turn the wheel hard to the right and press on the gas then just let go of the wheel once you've made the turn." Oh, I forgot to mention that I could barely see over the dashboard of the car while I'm driving
. So, I got to step on the gas and turn right as a car approached the intersection. I turn the wheel and let my arms cross and punch it almost hitting the other car. My Dad lunges over and grab the wheel and turns the car in the nick of time to avoid oncoming traffic while yelling at me.
We get out to the intersection and make it to the next stop sign. I put the car in park and switch with my Dad. Normally I would feel awful as my Dad was yelling at me, but in this case, I was proud as hell. I was the only 9 year old I knew of who's father tried teaching them how to drive.
I'm hoping to teach AKV when he's 6.
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What am I going to do when I have a girl? Are the pole dancers going to see my occasional patronage discontinued? 
I find myself taking things way too seriously and allowing myself to be content with the fact I can't (read that as shouldn't want to) control everything I'm involved in. I should accept that the universe has puts actions in my life for a reason and try to figure out what that reason should be. I've been surrounded by new levels of unprofessionalism, apathy, laziness, and ignorance. I've allowed thees items to get me down. Perhaps I need to get down to lift myself back up. Who knows. The point is that I feel like I'm being tested and am failing miserably at letting go of my fears. I'll continue working on it.
It's been fun while it lasted and it has been useful in some areas but I feel that I've outgrown it and need to be on a more official site that combines all aspects of my creativity.
. Here is a quick review of how the show ran:
. With a plethora of other sites/tools to share my experience with others at my disposal, posting blogs on MySpace has become arduous. 
Having done my research of watching trashy daytime TV, I felt like I must list out the obligatory list of catchphrases in the case you are ever taken to NY to let the world know you're a degenerate:
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. Seeing the sky is awesome! It makes me feel like there are bigger things in this universe than my own sphere of influence.
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I really enjoyed playing music tonight. It was such a great release creatively to play dulcet tones from my glittery guitar. I ran through a bunch of my own material tonight before Static Republic's rehearsal and that was a great joy. I was rediscovering a lot about myself while singing about about past relationships, self-empowerment, and the occasional science fiction melodramas. 
KFC has offered many municipalities a chance to fix the various problems with their streets by picking up the tab for pothole repair. The only catch is that they would be allowed to stencil "Refreshed by KFC" on the top of the newly laid asphalt. Mayor Daley stated during a press conference that he would be interested in sdealing with KFC "if they were serious". How do you get more serious than offering to pick up potentially milllions of dollars of roadwork?! They're not being disingenuous as they're getting a total PR plan into action. I think the idea personally is brilliant.