So I was talking to Bellottoot about
my brake woes.

He laughingly referred to my old, poor, idiotic, alcoholic days.

Him, driving around with me in my ol' Civic, with no brakes, me relying strictly on the hand brake.

Me, driving a stickshift, steering, and braking. All with two hands.

No brakes.

Ha ha ha.

I didn't know how to tell him that's how I drove home last night. . .
except it wasn't a hand brake; just a foot parking brake. . . .