straightforward raze before we parted, he offered a fist bump. i held out my open hand. he unfurled his fingers. i folded mine to match the first shape he made. we went back and forth four times. maybe five. always half a step behind each other. "feels like we're playing rock paper scissors," i said. "i never know what to do anymore!" he said, laughing. in the end, we settled on a straightforward handshake. he gave as good as he got. 220915 what's it to you? who go blather from