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10/07/2003: "Hi, I'm home"

though but barely. That redheaded psuedoredneck let me drive, and apparently because I can't reach the pedals it's a bad thing ... or maybe something to do with that danged gearshift thing I can't reach ... I donno. He was screaming something about ATF (maybe the cop guys on TV?) and ran off with a fire extinguisher. Then a yellow truck came and towed us from Roseville. And, he kept mumbling something about how I should never, EVER be allowed to drive.