MurderingMidnightForKillingNoon(what'sOurLunch,huh?)

That felt good to read. "d'days of
                    'my' yoot....."
I had a 68 mustang once.  It sounded so damn good...Vroom, Vrooooom.  :)

I had a '65 Stang for a few days when I was 17. Rich-kid stoner buddy of mine'd get so fucked up, he'd gimme the keys to his(Stang) 'cause I'd always be less than 1/2 as fucked up as him. Couple times he was so wasted he'd have me drop him off at his mom's & take the car overnight, &pick him up next morning b4 school. He'd drop me at school, & then skip school to get stoned. I hated school but no enough risk the grief of 'consequences' of skippin'out stoned. (He ended up getting expelled, & his rich daddy took away his Stang & sent him to military academy for his senior year of high school. I never saw him again, but a buddy of mine who was friends  with his sister, tol'me years later that he was in prison for some high-stakes dope dealin).I didn't even have a DL. Me daddy thought one way to inspire me to stop bein a communist was to not give his consent to me getting an under18 DL.    of course, had to park the thing block or 2 away on them overnights. I was never impressed by 'cool' cars & fast driving, so I was very,very careful & nobody ever knew 'cept me 'n Bob...& he usually couldn't remember who he gave his car to on mornin'after, til I pulled into his driveway next day....

ain't that fas'natin'?

ah, d'goodoldays!

I never 'got caught' at any of 'bad' stuff I did as a kid, but, relative to my colleagues at the time, I was blessed wit a bit more 'discretion' & didn't overly participate in mosta the bad-boy shit that my buddies was sloppy ridiculous at. I learned from their mistaken fuckups...& while I never been too sharp at taking initiative about  planning What-TO-Do, I've always been more attuned than mos'folks about What-NOT-To-Do. Seemed like earlier on was able to sense that the ego stuff of I-Want-This, I-Wanna-Do-Such'n'Such, was more oft than not not too smart. Probably saved me a lotta grief....but had to pay wit a thwarted sense of ambition....getting 'nowhere' in real-life.  HA.... such a felicitous F'ailure!

You're fascinating. :) I love cars, but well over the thrill of the chase and the call of the V-8(not unless there's veggie juice involved).  I escaped with only a rather large speeding ticket. Lesson learned.  I like to hear you...

grazie, daddyo