let our bodies hit the floor

This was our favourite video this trip. Mike would start singing the chorus and that would be it – whatever we were talking about would dissolve into laughter. Politics, music, movies, it didn’t matter – we were lost. The fanaticism fascinates us, illusionists, the passionate power of suggestion, how much it can affect the body, how many of these so-called healers are debunked only to return ten years later on television, selling snake oil holy water in little plastic bottles for $15 each. He bent a spoon for me over a two:thirty a.m. Husky truck-stop breakfast, expertly rubbing the handle with his thumb, making fun with a Uri Geller trick we both know enough to especially love. My smile at that moment was worth the plane ticket, right there. I felt my writing return. The price of admission paid.