chhhhhh-glachpt-chhhhh
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Halifax, 2004.01.26
I was enjoying a plate o' Korean foodcourt 'food' today when a fellow walked by who was clearing his throat. He'd had a tracheoddwordIcanneverremember, though, so when I say 'clearing his throat', I mean he pressed a kleenex to his throat, gagged something up, then looked at it on the kleenex. I looked up - at the sound - just in time to see what he'd produced.
I willed myself to continue eating, but cannot shake the sound/sight.
chhhhhh-glachpt-chhhhh