A Good Story
My friend likes to find things in skip bins. I don’t have time to list all the things he has found. Put it this way – when you drive past one, you have to stop.
The story, as I have heard it, is that he once found a girlfriend in a skip bin. She was scrabbling around looking for things, and when he climbed in, they met. This was before she met the banjo player and the drummer. But this is just the story as the drummer tells it, and he may not necessarily be trusted. He has this way of smiling when he talks that suggests he could easily be lying. And he has been known to eat daffodils. The truth doesn’t move people to do things like this.