Driver

I’m the friend who doesn’t drink. I wear modest clothes and no one actually calls me by name.

They call me the Driver.

I here the awful truths that no one else remembers. I work out for the sole purpose of carrying my unconscious friends to the car.

And my friends are amazing. They give me gas money and thank me once they aren’t hung over.

But still being the driver isn’t the best job to have.

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