i wrote it with a golf pencil i pulled out of my blazer a crest sewn on the chest read old gold rugby football club worn at one time by a man that at one time went to yale then he worked a while on wall street until the market collapsed i was in a barroom that was somewhere on the southern shore of boston the tender of the bar poured me a whiskey on the house i had a love for whiskey i chased it with a beer i have a love for boston and i loved writing it there i wrote it in a notebook that somebody let me borrow don t use all the paper please and if you could bring it back to me tomorrow it was a fair request and i was grateful for the loan i had to jot a thought down i came up with on my own i wrote it in october and i mention that because out of all the months there are i ve always liked that one the best i don t know why i bring this up but there are times i wonder what ever happened to that man i wonder after the collapse i wrote i wrote it for you i wrote i wrote it for you i wrote i wrote it for you i wrote i wrote it for you i wrote it in an hour so so really not much longer i put the pencil in the shot glass and i buttoned up my blazer i stepped out of the bar in to the cold october sun i must return the notebook it s not important what i wrote