howard_avenue raze i don't know if doug fixed my sprained thumb and my gimpy left foot, or if he was around at the right time to take credit for the work my body did on its own. whatever happened, he's the one who got my money. the last time i saw him, i noticed a giant smiley_face transverse from the plaza where he rents office space. it was standing on someone's property between a modest white house and a green chain link fence. a blue snow shovel slouched against the siding. a sign bolted to the fence said, "dog on premises." there was no dog. just a yellow face with black eyes and a bloody lip hovering in the center of a thin square of wood painted white, taller than me and twice as happy. i wonder if it's still there. 220523 what's it to you? who go blather from