Top of the World

I rode to the top of the Empire State Building with Buddha. We looked out over NYC.

I said it was a marvelous view.

Buddha said he was scared of heights and wanted to go back down.

I asked why he went up there in the first place.

Buddha said because it was important to me.

I said I wished he hadn’t done that because I was feeling bad that he was unhappy.

Buddha said that it had been a wrong decision on his part and then he threw up on my shoes.

I thought quietly that someone somewhere would think I’m the most lucky person.