 He lived about six or seven miles from the airport out there. He lived in a little subdivision, had little row houses. They were all just about the same, same facade in the front, the same little backyard in the back, fenced around. Every Saturday, this boy, 33 years old, every Saturday afternoon, he'd get a six-pack, go out and sit in his lawn chair and drink that six-pack every Saturday afternoon. After a while, he got bored with it and decided he would do something different. So he decided he would get some balloons and tie them to his lawn chair.