The car was swerving as I tried to take control of it. I had started to fall asleep at the wheel. So much for that Mexican radio station keeping me awake tonight.

“Hey Mickey, what’s going on?” my buddy said as he woke up.

“Sorry, almost fell asleep back there.” I replied.

He mumbled something and went back to sleep, probably dreaming of dancing barefoot on the Mexican beach we were heading to.

We had left our dull life, in a northern town, to head down south for some R&R. It had been a cruel summer for both of us, but it was time to recover. if I didn’t kill us on the way down.

A few minutes later, I started to fall asleep again. My buddy work up again as I pulled the car over to the side of the road.

“I think that’s enough driving for you Mr. Blue Sky.” he said.