Professional driver

What the fuck! owh, what a good start. Lol. I am a safe and focus driver compared to my brother. The first time my brother drove my dad's car without daddy sitting next to him is when he was 18. He drove at night where he sent me to a tuition class with my dad's permission. When was the first time I drove at night, or when daddy wasn't there in the car? none and I am already 19.

I wanna be a pilot so that I'll have a lot of money at the early age of 20, and I can buy my own car and loaf around without Dad's permission, because it's my car. Geophsyics, IB and going overseas sucks!

I only drive my dad's 1990-1993 Honda Accord Sedan, because I think that is the most comfortable car that I am really confident to drive. I don't give a shit about daddy's 'seasoned' car but my brother always complained that he wanted to change this and that, modify some parts and is also looking forward to drive other cars than my dad's one.

Ever since I got my license, what damage did I brought over to daddy's car?

I broke the side mirror on the right. It happens when I was trying to reverse the car and suddenly the side mirror got stucked on a pillar at our porch. I didn't realize that and as the car continues to reverse, the side mirror cracked. But that was during my first time driving dad's car. That's one.

When I was about to enter a roundabout, the engine just died and the car behind me bumped on my dad's rear bumper. It was really nothing serious because there's like no serious damage. In fact, it was the driver's fault because he was driving so close behind me. So it makes a total of two, but actually its only one because the second one was not my fault.

My brother broke the other side mirror. Other than that, he once drifted on a slippery road and the car went into a drain, the car was sent to a workshop for months, heavily damage. Besides, there was an incident where he was busy switching the radio channel while driving and the car went off the track and nearly hit a lamp post, like 1 cm away (exaggerating, but real close). Most of the time, like all the time, he turns and changes lanes without giving signals, he thinks that he is a pro while he is not... really. Recenty, he makes a turn to the left but because daddy's car is a bit longer and bigger than most Malaysian cars, daddy's side skirt and rear wheels hitted the dividers, got some scratches. Dad complains that my brother drives so fast at highways. How many cases over here?

And after all those incidents and accidents, I don't see the reason why dad still don't trust me to go to Section 4 which is like, not even a kilometer from our house to buy ice creams. I feel so annoyed, fuck! What a black sheep am I.

How many times did I cursed? two times? thats 40 push-ups.