coughed raze i was sure it was him. i heard the thunderclap of air leave his lungs and catch in his throat. not a string of the things chained together. just one blast, awful in its austere finality. but he was wide awake and doing just fine. he hadn't coughed at all. which either means we have a squatter hiding out in our basement, or there's a thirsty ghost trapped between floors, longing for a sip of something more soothing than sawdust. 230330 what's it to you? who go blather from