syndicated raze he looks nothing like i thought he would. he's more than two hundred miles away when i was almost sure he was right here. twice a week he keeps me company for half an hour or so while i work up a sweat before stripping the salt from my face with water and something crueler than the soap i use to wash my hands. funny how a voice can build a face in your mind that doesn't belong to anyone. 240512 what's it to you? who go blather from