Work was horrible this week. My feet ached in my boots and I had soaked through my shirt hours ago. All the guys on the crew were ragged. Most fell asleep in the boss's car on the drive home. My buddy– Cody– had fallen asleep next to me and now his head was on my shoulder. I sat awake looking out of the back seat window. The boss’s beaten old LA Sabbre, protesting loudly, sped down the road. The old man was driving with o...