Many a time the old Plymouth somehow was lost,walking was the only means of survival.I can remember sneaking in the house really screwed up without the car,everything was cool I was in bed when the old man went running out side because of all the noise in the alley,first words out if his mouth"whats that GD kid doing so late,I heard my mother say he's in bed.Ted.Basso and Pat with whom I was indulging were pushing my car down the alley.Ted and Basso were pushing and lard ass Pat was steering, they were really loud laughing and hollering at each other.Shit I thought I'm busted,I heard my old man say what the hell is wrong with you kids,none could stand very well let alone speak, the old man asked were you guys drinking all of you all smell from whiskey.Their classic answer"just a little bit"the old man ran them off,came in the house bitching like hell took my keys and parked the car.I was shitting in my pants I new what was coming,before he came back the room started spinning. I tossed my cookies,bright red, my mother thought I was bleeding,I heard him say he's drunk,get the tub ready, in I went ice cold water.Oh well back on foot again.
