clown raze i still see you in my dreams. not often. but sometimes. usually you're little more than a supporting character. last night we were standing in the penalty box parking lot. your ex-husband was inside. you didn't want to see him. it might have been the first time i'd ever seen fear flash across your face. "i feel nervous," you told me. "don't be," i said. "i'm sure he's got a wig on to take the edge off. a curly green clown wig." random as the comment was, it made a strange kind of sense. the man always was a fool. 230813 what's it to you? who go blather from