twenty_one raze a little over three months after red_blather turned twenty-one, the home page shows exactly twenty-one thousand red blathes. i don't know a thing about numerology. i only know my own twenty-first year was as tumultuous as it was beautiful, and as desolate as it was invigorating. but this feels like a moment of symmetry worth commemorating, even if it's little more than an interesting coincidence. look at all the words we've woven. 220502 ... Bizzar twenty one for me was not what it often is for people. generally, one hits this age and it's celebrated as a milestone. truly an adult. able to buy alcohol, go to a bar. as someone who began dating a twenty one year old at the age of seventeen, twenty one had lost it's appeal long before it arrived for me. twenty one meant black outs. it meant 2 am phone calls and name calling. accusations. it meant a seventeen year old babysitter, cleaning up after everyone who was too drunk to even know if they were coming or going. it meant not knowing if he would make it home alive. it meant not knowing what he had done all night or who he had done it with. it meant not knowing if he was coming home at all. it meant tears. it meant guilt. at age seventeen, i hated twenty one. 220503 what's it to you? who go blather from