"The second installment in this series, this track recounts more stories and scenes from home. There was a guy who used to ride around here on a bike in a blue raincoat. Everyone knew him. I mean, no one really knew him, but everyone knew who you were talking about if you were talking about him. He appeared to be the town's only homeless man. It turns out (or so I'm told), that he wasn't homeless. He was in Vietnam and now he only liked sleeping outside. So, while he had an apartment, he would often sleep around Memorial Park in the dugouts or on the benches. Right after I graduated high school, they found the guy beaten to death in the park. It's one of those things that goes down in small-town folklore forever. That kind of shit doesn't always happen in the suburbs. I read recently that they re-opened the case and I think the whole town hopes they solve it."