enough, Davey also became increasingly paranoid and thought people
were following him as he limped along suburban streets in the
Heaven forbid it would be a police car, even though Davey wasn't doing anything much that could be considered illegal; he usually could refrain from driving drunk.
No, that would happen later on, after he parked, sometimes sleeping in the backseat for lack of a better place.
He began to acquire quirks also. One of them was an almost pathological abhorrence toward what he called 'pack driving'.
He stupidly scrawled these sentiments on the bumper sticker-friendly Belvedere trunk.