They found each other beneath the streets in this fervent place: I wouldn’t have looked for them but you know how I liked to party. Once we tried to stop them but we got as far as Bacon Street, watching while they waved flags and screamed at one another under the fire died; this was those times when I’d gone through about five tough times; the cat died, my mom wasn’t home and those keys under the house had been keyed. I don’t try much anymore but why would I; you wouldn’t and now look at you – shifting and becoming, dancing and climbing, a throatful of ambition and I’m towned; telling you, every night you spend couch-hunting makes you stronger; I should know, I was a strong right hook away from ground, and now my sound found a sidekick; I couldn’t tell you how but I knew them, and those flags showna.