the_trouble_was raze he would take things that were said to him in confidence and share them with people who weren't meant to hear them. and he wondered why all his friends fell silent. he thought he was being honest. he didn't seem to understand that you don't get to decide for someone else where their words go or what they mean. the year i turned twenty-seven he said his wife loved baking cakes. he asked what she could make for me. i told him i hadn't had a pineapple upside_down cake since i was a kid. the one she made was a thing of beauty. on my birthday, i woke up well into the afternoon with a pounding headache. one piece of that edible gold beat it right back into submission. i didn't have a problem with him until he took it upon himself to speak for me when i wouldn't give him the ammunition he was after. i liked the guy. the trouble was i couldn't trust him. 231216 what's it to you? who go blather from