Driving Me Crazy

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Before this week, I hadn’t driven a car in three years. I live in Brooklyn, where cars are unnecessary for the most part, and so I don’t own one. Not having car payments or car insurance payments or the need to buy gas makes me feel better about the rent I’m paying.

But so usually, when I go to my parents’ house or anywhere that isn’t New York, someone else drives me around. It’s not like I expect chauffeur service or anything, but when you tell someone that you haven’t driven in three years and that you’d need to be driving their car if you drove, and also you’re uninsured, they tend to volunteer driving duties.