Driving speed limit.

Parting ways with my friend David a little after 10 at night, I walked towards my mom's '91 silver Accord. We had just watched Inglourious Basterds. It was okay. Instead of taking the freeway back home, I decided to take the long way and drive through the streets. It had been such a long time since I rode through those streets. I wanted to take my time, and actually drive according to speed limit. I drove through my middle school and high school. I drove past where my first girlfriend used to live. I drove by my grandparents' house. I drove home.