I drive a flying car.
It’s nicer than my first one.
My mom taught me how to drive my first once, which was a shitty model—they
don’t make it anymore. Driving a
non-flying shitty car sucks, but driving a shitty flying car is actually
lethal, which is why my mom threw up twice before we took off. In her day, teaching your kid to drive
was just about driving, not teaching them to be a pilot too. The moment we took off, I looked over
at my mom and I couldn’t tell which one of us was more afraid.
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