who_were_you_as_a_child kerry a handy little question i keep in my back pocket for those moments that feel lost and directionless. when i feel like i don't know what i'm doing. "happy go lucky," he began, and ended "and he went out into the field and shot himself. and he wrote a letter with his left hand. with his left hand--that's how we knew he was really not himself." 230916 ... raze a curious mixture of carefree and conscientious. in love with the stage, but quiet away from it. happier curled up with a book than in the company of most people. my own best playmate. lungs raw from bronchitis and childhood_asthma. eyes damp with the dew of not knowing and not needing to know. scared less of the dark than by what hid behind it. grass-stained and bent-brained. and always with a song on my lips. 230917 what's it to you? who go blather from