crash_into_me raze of all the moments that remain from those after-hours teenage jam sessions, this is the one i come back to by choice, though i don't know why: christian leading the charge, too innocent to recognize the twisted heart of the song he was singing. anna and erin lending their voices to the cause. me playing delicate lead licks on the piece of shit acoustic guitar i bought from a place that can't be named — the first stringed thing i owned — and threading a high harmony through the three that danced around me. finding notes i didn't know were mine to hit. a fair-skinned phantom floating over an outro i hoped would never end. we were all kings and rascals then, with borrowed halos where our crowns should have been. 240821 what's it to you? who go blather from