No hope
No dope
No ride
We died
.....Jeri ....your post brought to mind this little poem pencilled on an interstate sign post somewhere in Kansas I read while waiting at the on ramp for a ride. Like this poet I had plenty of time to read and reflect on his/her sentiment. Also, a little less poetic but equally powerful in conveying the feeling of impending doom:

"Waited here for a ride for three days. Stole a bike and got the f*** out of here."

Ah, the good old days.....

Regards, Neil