october_13_slash_14 one wrecked angle somewhere swirling in the boundary waters between two days, nineteen years ago, we stood over a keg of beer, at dave's halfway to halloween party, you, a flapper, and i, dr death. i haven't seen you in a couple years, and the last thirteen have had only minor interaction, but that day still stands as one of the defining moments, setting so many things in motion that move still to this day. 131013 what's it to you? who go blather from