Like I said, Provincetown is full of every imaginable kind of character, and most of them are a bit rough around the edges. Here’s one that Matty and I came across in our travels. I called him Charles Manson, which is kind of unfair when you think about it, but kind of fair when you look at him. He was kind though. One of those crazy types who chain smokes and lives in a cluttered tool shed, and drives a 70’s Buick, and somehow ends up at the tip of Cape Cod.
