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No, it’s not called, “Please Tell Me Why.” But please do tell me why … why my car is in the front yard. We even wrote a hit song called, “My Own Worst Enemy” about my car’s unlikely placement. Our concerts had dirt bikers, goths, AND rappers with upside down visors all pogoing together.

Guys with baggy pants and girls in crop tops and black lipstick loved us. Did I drive it there? Why would I drive it there? Did my car grow legs and walk onto the front lawn? The last thing I remember my band was on the top of the world. I’ve run so many possibilities through my head. Why is my car on the front lawn? What could have possibly happened? Does anyone out there have the answer?

I have been asking myself the same question for the past 18 years.