I knew him as elephant cowboy, but he went by many names. Lucy Bloom said she took him out; said he kissed her as a James. My brother just called him Kid; that’s what his father used to say. That is before his father blew him off, and then just blazed away. The elephant cowboy had sewn his boots, sitting all by his lone. He stitched for Margery too, before she found him passed out stoned. He wasn’t all that handsome, but my Mom pleased to call him Jed. That is before my elephant cowboy had already lost his head.