Saturday, November 13, 2010


He's on the 20th or 30th or whatever floor of some kind of posh condo. It's a party. He's a bit smashed. He steps out onto the balcony for a smoke and some fresh air. The wind is blowing hard towards the harbor. He suddenly feels like throwing up. He does. Over the ledge of the balcony. A strange, seemingly gravity-defying thing happens. His vomit seems to coagulate and, carried by the wind, begin to float in the air. It slowly rises and then hovers, mere inches from his face, for several seconds. The wind changes and his vomit moves towards the harbor. As the wind picks up, his vomit begins to waft across the water to the other side of the harbor. He watches, fascinated, until it disappears. As he turns to go back inside he wonders what the odds are of his vomit hitting someone on the other side of the harbor, and he wonders what the experience would be like.


  1. Wait ... I'll have to digest this.

  2. Glenn,
    I think I've waited long enough...!