caleb autumn . 041019 ... autumn come and leave everything behind. 041019 ... eat id I feel sorry for you. I loathe you. 090915 ... raze i was sitting across from him at a table in a restaurant that was new to me. dark decor. bar to the left. busy but not too loud. "you want your tomatoes hot and tossed?" our waitress asked. caleb told her we did. she asked what we wanted to drink. we both said water. there were no menus. there was nothing for me to eat. caleb had this massive mushroom on an appetizer plate. it was garnished with blocks of beef. "it tastes just like dogs," he said. he wasn't talking to me. he never even looked my way. a middle-aged man with a careworn face started playing "carry on wayward son" on a cheap keyboard. he kept leaving gaps for the audience to sing in his stead. i was the only one to answer the call. "lay your weary head to rest," i wailed, wishing i could take my own advice. 250925 what's it to you? who go blather from