masking raze we made a movie. stitched together with improvised dialogue and a borrowed handycam. edited on two vcrs. master and slave. we were in the twelfth grade. me and max and katie and paul. time has taken away most of what you want to know. i can't offer much more than this: i was an evil mime. katie was too. we both wore black and painted our faces white. there was a stylized standoff in the middle of the street. any street. it doesn't matter which one. max killed me in the final act. pumped me full of cap gun bullets, with strips of masking tape standing in for torn fabric. my last act before dying was to speak for the first time. i came back to life to play harmonica over the closing credits. then i sat at max's kitchen table and watched his mother wash the makeup off my angry skin. half a lifetime later, i asked him if he still had that tape. it's gone, he said. dust. so all that's left of it is what lives in me. 241029 what's it to you? who go blather from