dinner_after_dark raze i would sit at the table. alone. watching a basketball game to gauge the progress of a team i didn't care about anymore. or reading the a.v. club. sometimes my meal was a salad in a serving bowl. mixed greens, cucumber, grape tomatoes, and croutons. sometimes it was pork and beans. or beef goulash. or something that came in a plastic container and had to be heated in the microwave. sometimes it was a sandwich. most of the time it was a bit of hope i knew would be dead before i had it on a plate. how the hell are you supposed to stab something that looks that sad? i couldn't do it. so i went to bed hungry. 261104 what's it to you? who go blather from