License

My brother got his license yesturday. He drove me to that dance. I get in shotgun, and look over at him in the driver's seat, and say, "Well, this is different." My friend's sitting behind me holding onto my seat. That's support for you. But believe me. I never thought I would be riding shotgun in my mom's car blasting rap out the window. And I did. Yesturday. He was driving us to the dance last night.