wage splinken he seemed to follow me everywhere i went today. nicely cut business suit, curly hair that bounced as he walked. a small, sleekly designed walkman hung around his neck. he shook his fists in the air and yelled things to himself. the last time i saw him, he was sitting on the steps in front of town hall. i tried to make eye contact with him. 010520 what's it to you? who go blather from