It’s January 1968 – You’re A Teenager – You Live In L.A. – It’s Your First Car – It’s Your First Accident – It’s Your First Reality Check.
You remember. How could you forget? You spent all of 1967 stuffing grocery bags, cutting lunches, cleaning your room – nodding your head. You saved. You aced Drivers Ed. Passed your drivers test with flying colors. You want to blow up and frame your drivers license – you don’t smile
