To be fair, two were guesses that were derived from process of elimination

migrated from the great plains to california in eighty seven
met a dude named bjorn born into rodeo who drove a 454 el camino with a rotty named augie in the bed next to his catchers gear

spent the summer helping building decks around his parents hot tub paid in coors lite and promises of using it as bait to lure the barrel racing fish within shooting distance when they were out of town
turns out the heirs of the dairy next propery over had different waste pond flushing priorities turning starry nights into shitty mornings

topical because we would go to the santa cruz record store and pop cassette tape security containers then smuggle them out in our shorts becoming the soundtrack to our summer labor, Beelzebubba a prominent one