He goes by Chad. He’s seventeen and his mommy and daddy just bought him a fully restored stang. Immediately he felt a new sense of responsibility. Not the type of responsibility to act more mature or to make better decisions. But the type of responsibility that meant he had an empty seat in his new car to fill. This was no light task. This was every boy’s hardest challenge in life. Girls. See having this car didn’t just mean that he could drive normally and follow speed limits. Having this car meant his newfound responsibility was to run red lights and do burnouts in his high school parking lot as an attempt to fill his void of self-confidence because even though he had a bitchin new ride he could not figure out why no girl wanted to hang out and go for drives with him.