When someone wanted a ride, I felt the pressure to cave. How was I going to get out of it?
You know, sometimes I'm too witty for my own good. It's something I had to learn the hard way.
Our story to this point: When last we saw our intrepid hero (me), things were going poorly for him, and he was on his way to "meet the rest of the Crips" — though not voluntarily.
You know, I was once young and dumb (as opposed to the current old and dumb version), which led me to make a questionable decision that resulted in a very memorable car ride.