When the step-dad was around I had to hide a lot of stuff on my phone, they had tracking things and a text reading app, they could see what I looked up and downloaded, and wasn’t a bad kid. He was just,,, kind of an ass. I have an iPod touch that’s Really ancient, that I would hide my usage of. I’d use it to look up video game walkthroughs because my phone blocked it under the “nonsense and games” category, even though my family is okay with games to an extent. It was a rough time. My mom is a bit weird about me spending my money, so sometimes I buy things and play it off like my dad bought them for me, but not too often. And sometimes I’d nab Starbucks during or after work and she doesn’t know, but none of this is stuff she’d really get too mad at me for.
So buying my first car was a whole bunch of whacky. Sorry, this story is a little nasty. I had a friend of a friend, Izzy, who was a car salesman, decent guy. I dropped by the lot to look at cars and he wasn’t around so another salesman snagged me and we went for a test drive (I didn’t really understand how car sales commissions worked then). So we’re doing the test drive and this salesman, Ron, kept going on with stuff like “I love p*ssy, do you love p*ssy?” and just other nasty stuff. It was very weird.