You were out in the park on a rainy day, it was late afternoon and you could smell the sulfur in the air.

While admiring the foggy sky, you noticed a man in baggy clothes sitting on a bench in a shaded area. He was smoking a cigarette and day drinking, a half empty bottle of hard cider in one hand.

You decide to walk over, and just as you do he smiles up at you. “What’s up, stranger?” He asked with a grin, he had an accent, must be Canadian. “Name’s Antoine.” He said kindly.