Water poured with venom over my face and distracted me from the pain in my legs. My body clung to the mud, while my arms frantically clawed. It was a big mistake. Carl said “Don’t”. So tempting, the factory sat silent for years and no one came. Even the security guard stayed in his cabin and read porn mags. We clambered over the barbed fence, up countless rungs and onto the platform. The wheel would never again spin, but the slide held promise, a log flume in pouring rain. Carl said “Don’t”. I slid. From under a wooden weight I would wait and pray he was running for the gate.