Famous last words: "He seemed like a nice guy at the time." After I emphatically, and with no small amount of animation, told "Quasimodo" to get the 10-gallon open bucket of gasoline off the side deck of the apartment building, I could see the gears slowly start to turn in his head, searching for a way to save his precious fuel. When his moment of eureka finally arrived, he grabbed the bucket, struggled to take it down the stairs...