Whenever I let Jesus take the wheel, I get a speeding ticket or crash my car

As I am sitting at Midas for an state inspection(a day late, no one better snitch) I reflected on all my drama with cars. I'll start back from the beginning, back when my only worries was hiding weed from my parents.  My parents were always jealous of all the fun I had so they cockblocked... Continue Reading →

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