solitary_refinement raze the last time i had anything like a meaningful conversation with someone i thought might have been becoming one of my better friends before he burned it all down in a booze-soaked stupor, i told him i felt strange about turning twenty. i didn't know what to do with the idea of suddenly not being a teenager anymore. over a few too many pints of guinness, i admitted my only birthday plans were to sit in the darkest corner of some strange cafe and write whatever came to mind in a spiral notebook small enough to stow in my pocket. to sing silently into the void. "i guess that's pretty stupid," i said. "no," he said. "i don't think that's stupid at all. i think it's romantic." i haven't lived through many moments that made me want to kiss another man on the mouth. but that was one. 251130 what's it to you? who go blather from