Biscuits for Pleasure

A conversation w/ a snared fox at the edge of the field

how hard is it to learn to drive? i need to do it by end of business day so i can go pick up this beautiful piano that is free

Akshally my dad started making me take the wheel from the passenger seat of his truck at 9/10 and then actually drive the truck on dirt roads starting at 12. Then at 15 you legally get a leaner's permit after 2.5 weeks of Driver's Ed afterschool (i.e, you read a pamphlet, watch a bunch of 70's car accident filmstrips, and spend 6 hours in a car with your favorite history teacher and two bozos from your class tooling around town and learning to parallel park on the one street in your podunk town that requires it.) The permit allows you to drive with a legal guardian for one year at their discretion. This means when you go on family vacation to Montana in 1995 back before they had any speed limits outside of their two cities, your dad bawled you out for not taking hairpin curves at 50mph in the fucking dark while your mom turned up your Tool or Dinosaur Jr. tape just to piss him off.  Then at 16, as long as you had insurance, you got your driver’s license on your actual birthday. Then your mom handed you the grocery list written in her barely decipherable scrawl (bags = trash bags = white Glad bags with red drawstrings only) and forty bucks and said “this is your job now.”