curing raze there wasn't anything wrong with his driveway. but when people who have too much money and no good ideas about what to do with it spend their days considering how best to throw away what they don't need to keep, sometimes they decide to pay a few men in yellow vests and hard hats a small fortune to rip up what shouldn't have to die, and they replace it with a glorified stunt double. what's there now looks too white to be real. it won't stay that way. pressure and the terminal mud meted out by rubber rings and careless human hooves will make it old before its time. but right now it's almost perfect. the man who owns that house stood on the ten grand he wasted five minutes before the summer_storm we were waiting on for three days finally decided to show up, and he watered the concrete with his garden hose, squinting in search of some improbable sign of life on a bed of simulated stone where nothing will grow. 220806 what's it to you? who go blather from