We were very young, but we were sure we had true love. My dad said there was no fucking way he was going to let me married what he call, a sorry sack of shit. But on my 18th birthday we went to city hall and got married. Our wedding night was in a 25 dollar motel, with bugs running around in a not so clean bathroom. So my new husband sat in the car, as I went in the pack my clothes the next day. My dad got wind of what I was doing and came home, with my not so brave husband leaving in a cloud of smoke. No it wasn't from the tires, but from the tailpipe.