I didn’t expect an explosion, but there was an explosion. Somebody had left a partially torn-down meth setup in the kitchen of the house, so that fucker went up like we had dropped a bomb on it. We couldn’t disappear after that. We were on our asses after that. Everybody with a camera phone finished taking our pictures while we waited for the police. We stank from the effort. I wanted to smell like a fire, but I didn’t. I smelled like a long, beautiful night that ended with an ending that could never wash off. I fidgeted a little in the first rising dust of the day. I watched the flames & thought of the horses from the creek. They would have been so proud of us right now. I thought of my friend’s dead wife. I fell asleep on that road & I dreamed of no terror & I dreamed up until they cuffed me & reminded me of my many rights. Darren C. Demaree: I am the author of s...