beginning_of_the_end raze i've found you on the cusp of closing up shop for keeps. business is dead in the middle of the day. you've been a second home to someone i love. i can't imagine her sitting here. instead, i see her standing at a kitchen sink that hasn't been mine for more half as long as i've been alive, hair dyed red and swept back to save itself from a fate worse than falling. i pour cold coffee into the new and watch cream-kissed tendrils fade to black. the pool tables here all have pockets in the playfield, jagged and twice as wide as any capable customer with a cue could wish them to be. if only i'd known about this place when i was young and not so quick to crumble. i would have been here every friday night, silent and swollen with fear, drinking to numb whatever the cold couldn't kill. 250702 what's it to you? who go blather from