staked raze in the photograph you took, kristen is sitting at the bar, crying over the end of some seasonal relationship. someone i don't know with a pierced septum stands behind her, weeping for a different reason. i sit around the corner where i can't be seen, jacket unzipped, beard as bestial as the rest of me. the picture becomes a memory that moves. i show dave what i know about how to block a punch and break someone's arm in one fluid motion. adam's lips curl into a sour smile. my scotch_and_water is almost strong enough to make my eyes damp. three shirtless vampires slouch to the left of us, stroking their chests with long black plastic fingernails. i think about driving a stake through each of their hearts, but they aren't bothering anyone. and i don't trust my aim this far from daylight. 240514 what's it to you? who go blather from