Drunk Driving Creative Writing

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My seat is reclined back at an angle so that my legs can fully stretch out. My feet are on the dashboard and my toes are making little imprints on the glass. As I pull them off, you can still see where they once were, leaving their own individual mark upon the surface. The radio is set to NPR. No pop music with up-tempo beats for us. Only monotone voices discussing politics and world issues. I don’t mind though, it’s our thing. Our common thread. Pop bottles form a blanket over the floor in the backseat of my dad’s car. His Prius is supposed to be eco-friendly, but the inside in very contradictory to that. There are receipts and napkins dispersed throughout the vehicle. This car is his second home. He spends many hours during the week in this car, as he drives back and forth on the interstate. It does not bother me how cluttered it is, its our…show more content…
Why can’t you ever just agree with me?” I ask him. “When you leave here, nobody will have to agree with you once you leave here, nor will they want to.” he says to me. “You need to know why you believe something and be able to support it. I’m not trying to make you angry, I’m trying to make you think.” That’s the last thing I want to hear. My mind shuts down as I gaze out the smeared window. My eyes focus on the blades of grass as they zoom past. It is in this moment that I realize how much my dad and I are alike. We both are stubborn as a mule when it comes to getting our way. But eventually we both give in because our love and compassion for each other is greater than some argument. Our thirst for knowledge is eternal. There is hardly a day when we aren’t discussing something new we learned that day. We are always teaching each other something new and expanding our knowledge of the world. We both share the same sarcastic sense of humor. Sometimes I think that we are the only ones who laugh and understand each others jokes, but that’s okay with
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