3 Monologues

It was the December after I had graduated high school. I was going steady with a boy - that's what we called it back then, going steady - and he wanted to take me to a new year's eve party. I don't know why, but when the clock struck midnight the boys said "let's kiss all the girls for luck in the new year" and we let them. Your grandfather was there with his date, and I had seen him around town before but we had never spoken. Everyone kissed everyone, but when Doyle kissed me it was different. He pulled back and looked at me and I at him, and he kissed me again. Then he pulled back and looked at me, and I looked at him and in that moment I knew. I knew I had met the man I was going to marry. He went in for another kiss, but my date grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into another room. He said "that's about enough of that!!"
I don't remember exactly how it happened, but Doyle and his date got a ride home with us. We dropped your grandpa's date off first, and then he got into the front seat with me and my date. The boy I was going with had his arm around my shoulders, but your grandpa and I were holding hands down here (motions to other side(below view of the driver)).
Doyle and I were together after that night.

So I was twenty-two years old. I used to smoke. My mom smoked - well she still smokes - but   we were going to quit smoking together. I was living in North Carolina, but I had come back to my hometown for the summer. I got a job at the local community theatre as the Technical Director. My wife also worked at that community theatre, but she took the summers off. It was just by chance that we met one day when I stayed late and she had come in to talk to the manager. We talked a bit, and I thought she was too good for me. She started coming around more often whenever she would come into the scene shop, we all smoked in there, I would quickly drop my cigarette to the ground and step on it hoping she didn't notice. (she still likes to make fun of me for that. I was pretty obvious) When the summer was ending, the job I had lined up back in North Carolina fell through so I asked if there were any jobs I could have at that community theatre. My wife and I started hanging out, she helped me turn my life around and I ended up joining the church.
If things had worked the way I planned, I would still smoke. I would probably be living in North Carolina. I never would have married my wife and we wouldn't have three beautiful daughters. 
I'm a big believer in- I don't know- fate I guess? Choices and actions that lead you down a path to get to where you are supposed to be.

I like to do donuts. You know? Like when you are driving on snow and you pull the E brake while turning the wheel. I had my license for a month, and I was taking my brother to the Frames house. It was pretty dark out, cause it was about eight or nine, and it had been snowing that day. The Frames live on a dirt and gravel country road, and the snow had compacted all day to make the road real icy. On the way to drop him off, I kept pulling the brake and turning the wheel and we would fish tail a little. Then, on the way home, I did it again but I pressed my luck cause I was going over 25 miles an hour when I did it this time. My car slid at least 30 yards - it felt like slow motion, like I could have gotten out and walked next to my car - and it slammed into a tree.
It was almost totaled, but I was able to back it up and drive it back to the Frames and call my parents. The damage was pretty bad. And apparently I had hit my head on the rearview mirror and knocked it off, cause I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. I didn't want his parents to know why I had wrecked so I told them I swerved to not hit a deer. They still tell people how gentle I am, they think I break for animals.