We’re back on track! The American Dream rolls on like an 18 wheeler running downhill with no brakes. I went to the DMV and aced my test after promising the tiny asian bureaucrat that I had studied fiercely this time around. I didnt get a single question wrong. Dont ask me how I knew how many rear view mirrors a car with a trailer has to have though. After the completion of the test I could tell how proud my little asian surrogate mother was, and knowing her affection for me I was worried to notice a glimmer of pity in her eyes. What was this? The doll sized rasin faced lady asked me to wait in the cashiers line and wait for my name to be called. The line was completely static for half an hour, and I slowely started to grasp why the TV-show Reaper has chosen the DMV as the earthly portal to hell. I love that show for some reason. Partly due to the fact that I am at heart a simple joe, and partly beacuse Ray Wise is the best cast devil EVER. And bear in mind that I have seen the devil played by Tom Waits in The imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus. Well anyways after another 35 min. wait the man behind the counter called out ”Nelsher” and because this is a better than average pronounciation of my name in America I knew instantly he meant me. Now I am the proud owner of a Hawaiian drivers permit. I was so proud I could cry. Untill it turned out that I need to take the motorcycle test as well before I can drive my scooter. Bastards! Im going to take the test the day after tomorrow (yes Emmerich you freak there will be a day after tomorrow), and be on the road before the weekend. I hope.
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