*Dream*

So I only have the ass end of it.

I was living in my childhood home in S.Cal and my friends were over. I needed to get to work in Malibu so one of my friends told me he would drive me there. Now the strange shit. So he grabs my step Dad's keys and hop's into a black vintage Porsche that happened to be in my driveway. Now we start off to Malibu and get on the PCH and just as we start off I tell my friend I forgot my uniform and he slams on the brakes spinning 360's on the highway. This causes a huge pileup behind us, but the Porsche is fine, not a scratch! Everyone basically crashed into each other behind us making sure not to crash into us! Then I apparently talk my friend out of it by telling them all that "he's just not used to the brakes on this car, they had just been changed". Then we head back to my house and I see my step Dad in front, but he's Japanese, he starts asking me what happened and giving me a ration of shit and I tell him, "Well look, its your fault. You let Kevin drive your Porsche and seeing as you never let me drive it I say you had all this coming!". The lowers his head and tells me I can drive it to work.

End dream.