So I go to an appointment that I had yesterday morning (Monday), south of the airport (about 35 miles), and decide to take my prescription "Ambien" in an effort to allow it to "kick in" so I can sleep when I get home. Coupled with my BP medication, and some kind of cholesterol pill, I swallowed them all in one gulp, and proceeded to the interstate, in my car, NOT my America (thank God). So onto I-285, set the cruise, and start getting "really comfortable". Onto Interstate 20 toward Birmingham, and I notice that Im drifting in and out of the lanes, but don't really care. I do remember swerving quite a bit, but made no effort to correct, all hazy. Then KA-BLAM, EEEECCCCCHHHHH, GRIND, Im awake, and seem to be sanding down the drivers side of my car with the median wall. I am awake now, but still woozy, and still not seeming to care. Some dude (maybe 2) with flashy blue lights pulled up behind me, said something and left. Yet another, more crafty fellow was backing a large white vehicle toward me, and I thought it may be Saint Peter, being creative. I agreed to whatever he said, and before I knew it, he had pulled me off the interstate, onto a motel parking lot, changed the left front tire, all without asking for a penny. I was thinking, boy, this IS St. Peter! Another person approaced me, this time from THREE cars with flashing blue lights, and we talked about something, which I really don't recall, but he too, and his other buddies left. A few minutes later, Im awakened again, this time, by my big brother, Gary, knocking on my window. His shiny 2010 Camaro parked where "the others" were just a few minutes before, then my wife Kimmy and her mother pulling up in another vehicle. Now at this point, Im thinking Im either at some crazy family reunion, or I have indeed died, and my family is coming to take my dead body to the funeral home. I don't remember much of anything until I woke up at like 7:00 last night, but I was very well rested and ready for work. The only damage to the little cavalier, was the left front tire and wheel totally destroyed, not another scratch anywhere on the car...Thank you St. Peter!
