dj_booth raze i spent what must have been half an hour one night untangling the sorority necklace of some beautiful stranger. others tried. others failed. my edge was my nails. she sat on my lap, and smelled like the best parts of everything made into one better thing, and said if i could pull the proverbial sword from the stone i'd get a kiss for my trouble, and i wondered what i'd done in some past life to be so lucky. i pulled it off. i got a hug instead of a kiss. it was just as good. she kept coming over to flirt with me and dance with me until the toothpick of a dj who was supposed to be my friend got jealous and went out of his way to sabotage the whole thing, and what could have been a fun night turned into nothing. twelve years or so later, that booth looks like the wreckage of some small starship, and no one has been near it in a very long time. 171121 what's it to you? who go blather from