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AGE IS CATCHING UP TO ME AND I THINK I'M GOING TO NEED A SMOKE BEFORE I EAT ANY MORE STEEL," and the audience laughed at the rehearsed joke as I withdrew a Parliament Menthol from one sleeve and a Zippo from the other and lit it.

Holding the stick between my lips and taking a deep drag, I reached into my case and withdrew two swords of the next larger size, and I twirled them around my fingers, making sure to catch the spotlight at the right angles so that the polished swords looked like they were glowing, then I spit the cigarette into the air with a plume of smoke trailing it and I caught it on the flat of one blade and enclosed it with the flat of the other. In one movement I submerged all three into my opened throat, with the ooh's and aah's of the audience echoing in my ears and my eyes closed, and taking my hands off the hilts of the swords, I slowly relaxed my esophagus so that the swords dropped slightly deeper into my body, and then I noticed it again, I felt it deeper than the swords, the rumbling in my stomach, and my eyes flared open but I couldn't see a damn thing because I was looking straight up into the lights, and I wanted to sneeze but I knew I couldn't but it was something else, some other pressure, it must have been the ginger ale..

..All of a sudden people were screaming and I heard one woman yell "Somebody call a doctor," and I wanted to yell back "No, it was the goddamn doctor who gave me the ginger ale in the first place" but I couldn't, my throat was so raw, and I was on the floor coughing up blood but even though my throat was raw it didn't hurt like I always figured a throat would if a sword cut it open from the inside. Then there were people next to me, holding me up, turning me over and asking "Hey, hey man, are you alright, can you speak to me," and then I gargled something and spit up more blood and another man's voice, it sounded like Josef, saying, "Turn him over, stupid, his blood is going down his throat, do you want him to drown," so then I was hastily flipped over so I could puke more blood. Once I was able to breathe a little bit, I raised my head to see a small crowd of people gathered around a spot in the audience and I heard frantic voices still calling for a doctor, and a woman shouting back that an ambulance was on its way and to leave the swords in, and then some of the bodies in the small crowd jostled and parted enough for me to see what they were huddling around, and I still couldn't see much because the lights

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