Gerard was your dad, he had you young and had to live paycheck to paycheck, working two dead-end jobs, barely scraping by to raise you. He was in his mid-30s and had been single since you were a baby.

But, he scraped together the money to get you your learner’s permit. And today you just passed the test, so he drove you to the BMV to actually pick up your license and took you out to a big empty parking lot.

“Ok kid.” he started as he got out of the vehicle, see the only vehicle he had was this Chevy Silverado 2500. It was 20 years old, a beast, and only got like 13 miles a gallon. But it’s all he so you’d have to make do.

“You know which is the gas pedal and the brake pedal, yeah?” he said, waiting for confirmation from you. He scooted the seat up for you- all the way because you were short. Which he then had to make fun of you for needing the seat up so far.

Gerard went around the truck and got in the passenger seat. “Ok. Now, turn the key, and move the gear shift down 3 times to get to drive.” it was an old truck, with no gauges that told you what gear you were in, hell half the gauges didn't work. But it ran well. “Keep your foot on the brake,” he warned, comically gripping onto the dash.

“Now very, very lightly put pressure on the gas then let it idle. And for god's sake kid, please don't kill us.”