It was the morning after.  The three guys on the crew sat around the firepit, nursing monstrous hangovers.  It was the last day of the project and we were about to pile into the van for the return to Winnipeg.  Those three guys were Kelly, Laury, and me.  The local farmer’s strange little dog, Sport, was hanging around, suddenly our best friend ever.  Another crew member, Candis, came by to drop a bag of garbage onto the fire.  We sat watching it burn.

The morning of the day before, we three ...