A Dumb Redneck's Story About Getting a Driver's Permit

My dad grew up in Alabama, and by his own admission, he was a dumb redneck. One of their favorite things to do was drive around in a truck one of them owned. They'd each take huge pulls from a bottle of hooch then go tearing it on the back roads where they lived. He says there was this one time where the driver was way, way too drunk, and almost crashed like twice before he asked the guy to let him out.