clothesline raze it didn't matter how much he drank. i never saw him get drunk. he just got funnier. but i heard tequila was his undoing. before i was born, he came home late one night after spending hours slamming back shots of jose cuervo in a bar somewhere. his wife heard moaning. she found him in the backyard making love to the clothesline's galvanized steel pole — not fast and sloppy, but in a languid, loving way. it was the only time he ever cheated on her. 220115 what's it to you? who go blather from