I’ve snuck out and my parents don’t know where I am because it’s 1998 and cell phones aren’t a thing.
It’s late because I spent all night drinking, showing off to a bunch of college kids I don’t know.
The party was a bust and I’m on the road now before I get into some real trouble.
It’s interesting when there isn’t any lights and there’s a guy on the side of the road.
This isn’t like a movie, cause I know if I were in need, I’d want help.
“My name is Jonas, I’m here to help,” I says, “and my name is Wepeel.”
“It’s late, cold, so lemme help you with your car so you can get.”
He eyed me once over, nodded with a smirk I could barely see.
“Tell me what you’re experiencing,” I asked as I studied the inside.
“It just lost power, dammit, I need to replace the insides.”
“Probably needs a jump, I’ll check if I have cables.”
Shouldn’t panic, why are there cleavers in his car?
“Don’t panic son, it’s just my work tools.”
Heart beating because this was a mistake.
“Gotta box full of your toys.”
“The workers are going home.”
Mouth is bone dry.
Must escape now.