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My mom is a statistician. And she sees statistics everywhere. Two to one you hit a red light. Fifty to one you hit a bear. She sees the world as a high-risk game, Gambling with a fancy name, Trying to cheat death and stay alive. This is the way she taught me how to drive. Slow down, Sam. You're growing up too fast. When it's time to go, I will let you know. I'll tell you when, Sam. Until then, Sam, Let's just take things slow. Slow down, Sam! Jesus. Do you know how many people die In car wrecks every year? Yes I do. You don't! I do! Forty-one thousand people — Every year — I know! That's a hundred people a day. Mom. Sam. You'll be a dead man — Woman. Children under twenty Shouldn't be allowed to drive. You can't trust your frontal cortex If you wanna stay alive. Grip on tighter when you steer And overcompensate with fear. Or you will die tomorrow. In the middle of the night, You crash and skid into a ditch And no one will be able to find your Mangled Dead Corpse.