baseball_bat raze i once stood clutching this aluminum staff like a damaged divining rod, waiting for two men with names borrowed from the bible to gather their guts before kicking in the wooden wall that stood between us. the blue letters tattooed on its black body had nothing comforting to tell me. now you use it as a cane to compensate for a ligament in your left leg that's seen fit to seize up, leaving the limb limp and lacking. the last time it struck a softball i was small and simple enough to believe we would both be whole until our hearts gave out. 250722 what's it to you? who go blather from