what are the rules, the limits, the statues placed on family and friends, laws made to be broken and bent, smokey and the bandit, ocean's eleven, chearing for the crooks and not the cops, and you just gotta wonder, and question, and understand, that such things go and do, and toenails on verges of falling, disappearing, and life gets a little more organized, things quiet down a wee bit more, direction starts, but the things to worry about are few and far between. hints and allegations, whispers in the wind, and wonderments, and puzzles, and question marks abound, and fear, above all else, fear, plays a constant factor, a continued companion, a friend, and it's wrong. really.