Imagine a dog. A dog on a rope. Or perhaps an elastic band, yes thats it an elastic band. So you've got this elastic band and well you start stretching it. At first it's great it's wild, you have so much slack, so much give AND besides it's elastic! So you stetch it further, now there's some resistance, you're pulling. It's getting harder but the edge...well the edge just adds to the fun. At some point however you reach maximum extension that's as far as it will go. You can't pull anymore, you know this and the rubber band knows this, so you let go. This is where it gets hairy. It could go either way, it's unpredictable, the force you've expanded could work for or against you. This time, you're lucky. The moon was shining, the sky was dark and all was good. That's a night-out. The freedom of escape, the intoxicating liberty of leaving and going elsewhere and being away from the norm with time becomes the worrying position of having to be accountable for your actions of realising that there are always consequences....Sometimes though, well sometimes it's just the right light for it.