Chapter 35

"Alright, so first things first, others will tell you that you need to wear a seat belt...they're a bunch of pussies, just focus on the road. Secondly, have fun," I said, leaving the kid to experiment with the car, and lit a cigar for Jack and me.

"So, what do I do?"

"Well, a good starting point is to be able to see the fucking road."

"I'm not that fucking short!" He said, slugging me in the arm, I turned on the radio and started to instruct him on the basics.

"Speed limit signs are signs for mortals to tell you how fast to go, ignore them and go 30 above. If someone cuts you off, throw a nade into their car, and drive away knowing that you won."

"Okay, so how fast can I go then? And what do I do if a cop tries to pull me over?"

"Nade em, shoot em, burn em for all I care, but don't get arrested because then it's on you to get out," I said, as the song 'Burn MF' started on the radio, and needless to say I was excited. This song was legendary in hell, and for good reason, "Floor it, Kid