driving the point home

No one would argue if he was called a nuisance.  The name might actually be tame for his behavior.  He was loud and limited in social boundaries.  "Why did he come to the Coffee Oasis?"  I thought.  "He drives other kids away,"  I reasoned.  Then last Saturday night I drove him home.  "Just down the road," he said.  I missed the turn and had to flip the car around.  It didn't look like a place people lived.  Not even a trailer park.  A winding dirt road, scattered with 5th wheels.  He lived in the last one.  Not a place to invite friend from school, but I'm glad he asked me to drive him home.