I once had a poem I wrote included in a college poetry rag. The poem was called Nagasaki, Saturday Night and it was about being drunk in Nagasaki, on a ... Saturday night, which I was once, and hence the inspiration for the poem. I don't remember too much about the poem, or the Saturday night in Nagasaki, I only wrote it for a creative writing course I was taking. There was one line that went something like ... she wore her scars like medals, while he wore his scars like scars. I mean, I don't even like poetry, unless there's a girl from Nantucket in it.