borrow raze i used to lend things to people. music. books. films. i never got any of these things back. or if i did, they would return to me in terrible condition. i lent a friend an expensive syd barrett box set in high school, and it came back looking like it had somehow survived a chemical plant explosion. CDs came back scratched, with broken cases. books that had been pristine were scarred and stained. i always made a point of caring for and respecting other people's things when they were lent to me. i assumed it would work the other way around. but most people don't give a shit about your things. some of them don't even care much about their own. i don't lend anything to anyone anymore. maybe that's a mentality that should be applied to feelings as well; don't give anything away unless you're prepared to never see it again. 130313 what's it to you? who go blather from