Your dad didn’t own a car before you didn’t and he used his friends like a personal chauffeur service to prove it. From his backseat limo space, he king lounged motored sofas while rolling between stops. He used those commuting moments like a pre-bar party scene where his DJ Driver cranked open windowed tunes while he champagne beer bottle popped with fellow travelers. He didn’t just arrive, he arrived like a rock star out of smoke filled doors.
So hipsters, next time you’re renting a zip car to head to Ikea because you can’t carry a Malm bed in your messenger bag, remember this…
Even though your dad didn’t drive, he was still always DD in a car – drunk and disorderly.
Big thanks to Susan for today’s photo.
