Cheap Land Colorado, by Ted Conover
I remember, it was one of those days at the traveling circus. One of those mornings when my cell phone started ringing long before my alarm clock did. Looking back on it now, I have no idea what the crisis of the moment actually was— although I do recall catching a glimpse of black smoke rising up from the big top on my drive in to work. It was a clear indication that whatever the dumpster fire of the moment actually was, that thing was still actively burning. Everybody has those kinds of days at the office, I’m sure. The kind that makes you want to get back in your car, pull out of the parking lot, and head right back out in the direction you came. To go…