Ok so after hearing for xx'th time that I got too much years behind me and that I'm still without drivers license, I decided to stop fighting with the world and go through with it.

Theory was passed on 3rd try, first aid on 1st. So came the actual driving. I found that my sort of friend works as instructor in that driving school so I took him.

So after the first few drives I figured that the guy is so damn nervous and will murder my body nerve flow. I was thrown on the street on my second driving hour.

If you don't see me online that means that I've rammed a wall with my friendly instructor, deliberately. I'll gladly take my life out if it means that that guy will die with me.

Lol ok I hope this didn't sounded too kinky. I'm prolly just kidding.