I once knew a girl from Nantucket,
or, wait-- maybe it was
Barnstable. I can't rightly recall.
But I lived in Yarmouth and worked
for my dad's business. We inspected homes
and I was poor
at the job because I was often drunk. Aces I was
at being my father's son, so I kept employed.
He kept trying to--my father--he kept
trying to give me money to open my own
outfit fixing garage door openers. And me,
I wanted to focus on the band. And that is what
Kelly liked about me, I'm sure. She's the one from
Barnstable. Or Nantucket. No, I can't remember.
But she liked my band.