Oh. Oh lord. let me share with you, children, the legend of John.
John borrowed his roommates car, and promptly backed it into a tree. Twice.
I went to Walmart with John once. It was a five minute drive, and he almost wrecked three times.
We went swimming at a lake, and his girlfriend let him drive the boat. He almost rode it into a rock wall, even though he had plenty of time to turn. I swam after him. He then got it around and almost ran me over. It was a big lake. He then left me there, and I had to swim all the way back. When we got back to the house his girlfriend let him dock the boat. He crashed into it and dragged it into the middle of the lake, where it lies to this day.
A few weeks later he got his own car. A few weeks later he crashed it after driving in the wrong lane.
His parents let him borrow their car once to go on a date, since his was destroyed. As I watched him go, I felt uneasy. That night he wrecked his parents truck.
After this he wasn't allowed to drive anymore. He asked my friend Andy (poor fool) to drive him home. And, being awesome, agreed. After an hour and a half Andy asked which exit to get off of. John said he didn't know. Andy asked where he lived. John said he didn't know. John said to take a left, and then pointed right. Andy asked which way to go, and John did it again. He said maybe he lived in Marietta. He didn't. John asked me to do the same. Having heard this story, I asked him in advance if he knew where he lived and how to get there, and he said no.
He got another new car, because his parents are lawyers. We jumped in, and suddenly he just lost it. He said everything was missing, and it must have been stolen. I asked him if he was sure that this was his car. He went deathly silent. Turns out, not only was it not his car, it was the wrong make, model, and color.
We all took bets on how long it would take him to destroy his new car. He wrecked it a few days later.
I actually have a video of him driving: