the_man raze you were raking leaves that fell from other people's trees when the man turned onto your street. he was yelling at someone who wasn't there. fucking cunt this and asshole that. the widower who plays golf to pass the time went inside and locked his door. the unhappy husband who lives beside him did the same thing. fear and scorn curled their faces into homemade halloween masks. you kept raking. the man stopped the length of your body away from you. "hey," he said. "you see that lady with the fucking cement? she crazy. you need some help with those leaves? no? you know, the fucking people, they don't give a fuck about nobody. i used to have long hair. look at me now. yeah, you're smiling. i know. i know what you're thinking. well man, when i got a million dollars, i come back to see you. okay man?" then he walked away. you talked to the man who talks to himself. and nobody died. 221031 what's it to you? who go blather from