The dark part of Lane wasn't something I liked to think about. All kids go through sprees of petty theft, but Lane pushed the envelope there. He financed his hobbies with the spare change he got by selling things he stole to other kids we knew. He started in the 6th grade and continued as far as I knew, until he graduated from highschool. But Somehow he never got caught. I always rationalized about it, blaming his crazy mother for not giving him the attention he needed, or his father, for abandoning the family when Lane and I were only 6 years old.

Lincoln, Nebraska is near a lot of feedlots. Big giant fenced in congregations of steers standing on giant mounds of manure. The smell is un-mistakeable. However, I saw something else as I pulled into Lincoln, there were a lot of billboards which advertised "CIRCUS MAGNUM IN TOWN"