You said you finally heard these voices in my headnOr at least I think you didnnI'm so easily confused,nAn inebriated fool nWho doesn't know his right from left nOr often right from wrongnnOne said, and I quote,nI just read this thing you wrote in collegenA Trenchant Critique of AnthropologynBeing accepted as a social sciencenAnd not the art of educated observationnnAll the things that we can learn about ourselves in the context of someone elsennAnother vaguely remembersnSwimming naked with strangersnOne summer nightnOn that ill fated tournnThose were formative yearsnAnd maybe thats whynI like to drink my beers warmnI like to take my pants offnAnd I like a little ink on my girlnnI always thought I'd end up owning my own boat before a home