douglas raze my mom said his parents sold drugs. i think she just didn't like that they had more money than us and that his dad grew a better moustache than her second husband could. they lived at the end of our street. doug's sister was my age. her name was bree. it might have been short for breanne. or it might have just been bree. she told dark jokes with wet hair and shot hoops with me in the driveway after it dried. i used to try to count the freckles on her face every time she smiled. her brother was as sour as she was sweet. he sat on our front porch and sang a song he wrote himself. it was called "i'm fucking crazy". he was ten. he tried to take my kneecap out with a hockey stick one night. not for any particular reason. just because he felt like it. i always wondered what went on inside his head, and what kind of man he would grow up to be. my sister tells me he's dead. but she's lied about so many things. she could be dating him for all i know. 261017 what's it to you? who go blather from