Dislocation

If I'd known what a lousy driver my inner self was, I would never have handed over the steering wheel. Of course it was interesting seeing where I really wanted to go, but that was before the accidents, and the parking tickets. The going got so rough there a while that I closed my eyes, and now I can't even find my way home. Do you recognize me? Know my address, perhaps? Oh well. Nice meeting you, then, and don't take offense at my godawful honesty. I didn't used to be like this. Really.