In the bro-muda triangle there were bong rips and hang tens In the bro-muda triangle there were dawn patrols and evening glass-offs and blurry nights at the Malibu Inn In the bro-muda triangle Angie dropped in on Leroy In the br-tr sex with rum-and-pizza breath, hard abs, six packs, ecstatic feet pressing into wet wetsuits in the back of a white pickup or was it a blue van In the br-tr I got out with all of my teeth, one DUI, three STDs, a child in Bali, six months in Lompo