embarrassment raze it's strange to me, the little things that rise up at odd times, stirred from the muddy banks of memory by something unexpected. errors in judgement. opportunities missed or unrecognized or stupidly kicked aside. things that shouldn't have been said. being seen at my worst by people i didn't want to be seen by at all. puking on a stranger's backpack after having too much to drink on an ill-advised camping trip. i still feel bad for that backpack. it never hurt anybody. 130531 what's it to you? who go blather from