laughs raze he had a laugh that could stop time. you wouldn't think anyone who laughed that hard could mean it, but he did. his smile made him look like a chipmunk who'd been reincarnated as a boy growing into a man with all the awkward grace of a kite wrapping itself around a tree. he only stopped smiling when he played the trombone. even the horn sounded small next to the roar that came out of his mouth when something shook loose a bit of the happiness he carried with him everywhere he went. when they were going to school in different cities, she rode the bus with an old shoebox tape recorder in her lap and played a recording she made of him laughing. it was a way to keep him with her. even amplified by a tiny speaker and robbed of its depth, his laugh was loud enough to cut through anything. 211219 what's it to you? who go blather from