I spent most of that afternoon preparing the truck for the journey. Gasoline had to be siphoned from my mom's car to ensure the truck had enough for the trip. Chains that held the tailgate shut had to be taped up so they would not make any noise while pushing the truck into the street. The taillights also had to be covered so the brake lights wouldn't shine through the windows. Hours were spent meticulously cleaning the interior, making it suitable for female passengers. The main objective was to pick up some girls and go cruising that night.

While eating dinner that night, I remember my dad asking me if I had anything on my mind. I told him I had plans that night and would not be ho

The house was completely dark as I approached the driveway. No longer worked about being caught, I drove up to the house and parked in the street. Everyone was asleep as I quietly walked to my bedroom. It seemed like hours lying there-tossing, turning, and thinking about the consequences that awaited me the next morning. It was sometime in the early morning hours when I thought of the ingenious scheme that would surely get me off the hook. I would be the first one out in the morning, get in the truck and wreck it into the large oak tree at the end of the big field. This plan would have to be perfectly executed so the skid marks on the wet grass matched the damage on the truck. I knew there would be a complete investigation by the old man, and it would be much easier to explain the damage this way rather than admitting I took the truck on the road.

About two hours later they came pulling in. Miraculously the truck was still in one piece. It would have been wise to go home at that point, but I decided to take a ride with some of my friends. There was another place nearby we called "The Pits." We decided to go. Since all chances of finding female companionships were exhausted, we loaded up the remaining beer and headed down the road.

me until late. It was around 8 pm when I left the house, and walked down the road. There I waited until after dark before making my move. It was a hot sticky night and I knew the windows would be open as I pushed the truck 50 feet of the front of the house. Pushing the truck past the house; every squeak and rattle from the suspension roared out into the quiet night, echoing between our house and the neighbor's house. As I passed the living room window, my heart raced as I saw the back of my father's head as he watched the television. I knew if he turned his head, I would be in an enormous amount of trouble. I made i

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