This weekend I\'m going to knock off a convenience store for all the cash in the register, a stack of skin mags, and all the microwave burritos I can carry. Overhead fluorescent lights burn like thrusters of some near orbiting starship, reflected in the polished tiles and silent rows of immortal confections bearing the likeness of a fat cowboy. I don’t notice any of this, having kicked open the door and vanished into the night.