irresistible raze he was paying for margarine and a tub of irresistible cherry ice_cream. "you're going to tell me to have a nice day," he said to the cashier. "please don't. i don't have nice days." "oh," she said. "okay then. god bless you." "god will not bless me," he said. "god has not blessed me." she gave him his change and he walked away. he was close to the exit when she called out to him. "you just have to open your heart!" "fuck opening my heart!" he shouted back. "it doesn't do a bit of fucking good. there is no god." he stepped out into the airless afternoon with two plastic containers pooling sweat in the palms of his hands, fighting to keep cool what the day had already made up its mind to melt into brackish bouillon. 250622 what's it to you? who go blather from