classic_rock raze he wears a grey tank top that must be almost as old as he is by now. the kind of shredded shirt most people would throw away. he blasts classic rock from a bluetooth speaker biting into a bicycle handlebar. i've heard the song before. but i can't place it. he does most of the talking. his friend smiles and backs him up. we don't know their names. they don't know ours. "we were just wondering where the fuck you two were," he says. "how the hell are you? everything good?" i thank him for always playing good music. "i mean, just listen," he says. something like fear digs into his face. "can you imagine if you showed up without him or he was here without you? or if i showed up alone? i'm glad we're all still here. it's good to be alive. keep smiling." and i watch them ride away together. 230617 what's it to you? who go blather from