Time to go

Time to go

A Story by D. Mansfield

It started out as a trip to meet a drug dealer in a town 60 miles from my home. It was three oklock in the morning, I was driving a friend's Jeep CJ5 with the top off. It was August in the Midwest so nights were warm.

I didn't leave for kc til after midnight, and I had been up for a couple days, so I was plenty tired, but it was important. I won't bore you with all the details, but I met with him briefly and he wouldn't let me have what i came for. I was in trouble. Nowhere in this equation.Had I even thought about not being able to get high before driving back. I was so tired.I could barely keep my eyes open.

I got on the 4 lane interstate highway and aimed it toward home. About halfway traffic slowed , crept, then came to a halt. I was in the outside lane and everyone stayed on the highway, and after about a half hour, started getting out of their cars. It was obvious we weren't going anywhere anytime soon. I had purchased a snicker's bar a few miles back and I'd been saving it. So I got out of the Jeep finally and found out what was going on. There was a wreck ahead that was going to take hours to clear.
I like panicked. I could not stay awake for two hours, There was no way to move my Jeep off the highway.

With sleep of the kind coming at me, it's a dead, dreams cape, that helps the body and the mind, but good luck waking me. So I told the people in front of me and the people in back of me a story that I've been in Vegas but driving 2 days, no sleep and that I'm a heavy sleeper.Would they please make sure when the traffic started to move that I was awake. They both smiled and assured me that they'd make sure I woke up.I started to put my keys over in the grass next to my Jeep.In case I a cop came along I didn't want to get charged with dui. I unwrapped the snickers bar And aided in three bites.

I woke up, incoherent, but it was noisy, and bright,. . . . .was that the sun? Where am I? THEN I HEARD A HORN HONKING, it was a semi and he just blasted it. . ... .I'm in a jeep. . What the hell, why is everyone honking. THANK THE GOOD LORD that I hadn't put the keys in the grass, I started the Jeep and ran thru the gears faster than ever, sweating, hyperventilating, still half asleep. 10 miles later I was still trembling from the adrenalin rush.

The people in front and behind me either didn't try to wake me, or tried and couldn't. It was daylight, 6:30 am, the wreck had us stopped for 3hours. By the time I woke with the trucks honking, hundreds of cars had already passed me, lights off, parked in a 70mph lane of a busy interstate highway. The jeep was rocking back and forth as the semi rolled past at 70 mph, it took me hours to stop shaking, I felt lucky to be alive, so if traffic ahead of you, stops and people get out and meet, be sure and pay attention to that sleepy headed guy in the Jeep. He is going to need your help

© 2025 D. Mansfield


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