sniff raze for years now, adam has been as much of a non-factor in my dreams as he is in my waking_life. but he made a memorable appearance the other night. we ended up in the same bar downtown. he gave me this strange little smile. like he wasn't sure what to do with his face. "back from the wilderness, i see," he said. i walked away without looking at him. because i wasn't back from anything. and i sure as hell didn't want to try and make small_talk with someone as full of shit as him. he followed me around. he asked if i wanted to hear some music. "what is music?" i said. "something people may or may not do in order to evolve. this is what i'm told." by the time we got to an area where a small stage was set up, he managed to wear me down. he convinced me to stick around so i could hear his new band play. with his semi-hollow body archtop electric guitar strapped to his chest, he looked like a swollen child saddled with a tool he wasn't sure how to use. a woman noticed his band's name on a poster and did the math. "oh!" she said. "you're 'to be sniffed'!" i thought but didn't say: "makes sense. you *are* an asshole." sometimes dreams get it just right. 250614 what's it to you? who go blather from