July 31, 2008 was a beautiful summer day in Iron Mountain, Michigan. With Senior Year and the first days of college right around the corner, local teens were spending time at the local swimming hole at the railroad train bridge over the Menominee River. In the blink of an eye, their carefree summer abruptly ended thanks to one sad sack of human sewage. Part two we go into the history of the trash pile who took responsibility for exactly zero things in his entire life, and some of the highlights from his trial.