hairbrush raze ten bristles have lost their rounded tips. that's what almost a quarter of a century of wear and tear will do to you. when i was just starting to let the grass on my head grow wild, i would part it in the back to make it look longer than it was. i gave myself wings. the gaps between the plastic prongs let me do that. andrew asked me once if i was wearing a wig. a few hours later, he was passed out on a ratty old couch. cliff tried to catch the yellow soup that came out of his mouth in a blue plastic bowl. the same kind i ate popcorn out of when i was a kid. amanda mixed me a drink that was one part coke and nine parts southern_comfort. legs crossed. smiling. too tipsy to be cunning. i kept my mind unclouded and taught myself how to restring my guitar, not knowing the brush i'd just bought with the green back and grayscale face would be the only piece of plastic i'd ever need. 230516 what's it to you? who go blather from