vampires raze we saw a play about a vampire who couldn't stand the sight of blood. it was billed as a dark comedy. it wasn't funny. there were only two characters. there was a damaged woman, and there was the strange drifter she took in. he wasn't a vampire. he just thought he was. there were songs they sang to prerecorded music. it was a disconcerting duet for two lost souls, and i loved it. i drank cranberry juice, let it stain my lips and sting my gullet, and told everyone i was a vampire too. "blah," i said. "blah." they laughed. now everyone says, "blah," and they're vampires all right, but they aren't drinking anything, and even if i offered them my blood they wouldn't take it. they're too busy texting. 211118 what's it to you? who go blather from