ex_lion_tamer raze when he was young, mark looked like christopher walken when he was a teenage lion tamer and no one knew his name. he jumped from my side porch to the roof of my garage to prove he could pull it off. he told me i looked naked without a guitar in my hands. he looked naked when he slept. i knew that because josh told me. he would lie on the floor like a big dog who didn't know what a bed was. mark told me he was in love with his best friend. he said she looked like cameron diaz. he said she was too smart for him. he couldn't tell her how he felt. he didn't know how. he tried to get me to eat a tiny green apple that fell off a tree. he ate it when i wouldn't. he almost threw up. he spat it out. he kept spitting and spitting until all his spit was gone. he tried to break into my house when i wouldn't answer the door. he huffed nitrous oxide through a brown paper bag and smiled when his ears started ringing. i tried it once. i sprayed whipped cream all over my face and my pants. i didn't get high, but i smelled like dessert. he thought i didn't have much to say. he didn't know a thing about me. i just didn't have anything to say to him once i found out who he was. when he wasn't around, i roared. he studied anthropology and moved to belgium. he grew a better beard than me. eight years ago his mother left a comment on his facebook page asking if anyone knew where he was. no one answered. every year the same six friends say the same six things on his birthday, but he never says anything back. so who's the quiet one now? 220411 what's it to you? who go blather from