we would walk casually br across the golf course br just enjoying a stroll br through the autumn night br across and into br the culvert br eyes level with the street br spy the cylindrical prize br on it's grail like perch br br wait undetected br br until the maverick would pass br if the trunk was open br we would cross the road br br hustle up to the temp dock br br roll a blue tank unsecured br silently br grab an end br then shuffle to the road br br the maverick would roll around again br and stop br trunk would fly open br run and stuff it br into the car br backseat dives br then off into the night br br 1000 psi of laughing gas br medical quality br baloons anyone? br br for about 15 years after that br i felt the world was wide open br that i lived in the wild west br for a time br i almost didbr br Nat Z.