You may think of us as just piddling music journalists, but we here at the Hard Times are hard-hitting investigative reporters as well. When we get a sniff on a lead, we remain dedicated to getting the story no matter how long it takes. Which is why when the lead vocalist and songwriter for the Toadies sang, “Behind the boathouse / I’ll show you my dark secret,” in “Possum Kingdom,” track four on the 1994 album Rubberneck, we knew the story was behind the boathouse. We’ve been waiting 30 years so far, but we’re still feeling positive.
We’re not gonna lie, it’s pretty cold and damp behind the boathouse, and we’ve missed out on a lot of important milestones that most folks our age and also a vast majority of society have experienced. But we know when to quit. And now is not that time. Any minute now, he’s gonna show up, and he’s going to BLOW US AWAY with his dark secret. Any minute now.
We know when to give it up. The lead, that is. And this lead couldn’t possibly be a dead end, especially when we know our source is trustworthy. I guess one might call him a reliable narrator. So when Vaden T. Lewis (we won’t use his full name to protect his identity) promised he’d treat us well (AND called us sweet angels?!), we KNEW that he’d come through. He’ll be here. He probably just got stuck in traffic.
We’ve made up our mind. We’ve decided to walk with him around the lake tonight and, well, honestly, every night for the last 30 years. God, lakes and the areas immediately surrounding them are fucking cold and muddy though. We might be developing trench foot. Good thing we’re warmed up by the burning thought of how good this dark secret’s gotta be.
Wait, there’s not more than one boathouse on this lake, is there? No? Okay, phew. Okay. Back to waiting.
“Do you wanna die?” is a question he asked us, and, like, that adds some bonus intrigue, for sure. If we’re being honest, the answer is no; we’d prefer not to die. Especially not from hypothermia. So whether he has the secret to eternal life or plans to murder us, answering him seems worth the wait alone.
Wait is that HIM!?! Oh no that’s some birds. When you’ve been waiting so long, sometimes the movement in the bushes seems like the lead singer of a popular ’90s grunge band.
I know it’s cold. I know it’s been a long time. I bet you’re not used to seeing such pure, unadulterated journalistic integrity. You probably find our patience terrifying.
But listen.
Don’t be afraid, we don’t mean to scare you. So help us, Jesus.