He spit into the DNA vial, a little
too much (The directions said to stop
at the black line and his brother-in-
law said that he had a hard time com-
ing up with all the spit needed. He
thought that his brother-in-law must
suffer from dry mouth because he had
no trouble accumulating more than
enough.), so he poured into the sink
a little of himself, his mother and
father and grandparents back to his
relatives from approximately 150,000
years ago when they left Africa for
someplace like Kajerkistan, Kazakhstan,
Berzerkistan or Kazbekistan before
striking out for the four corners of
the earth back to all those listed in
the genealogy section of the Bible back
to Adam and Eve (figuratively speak-
ing because the genealogy is a story
the Hebrews told about their creator
God Yahweh rather than literal his-
tory). He stood there thinking about
how fragile life is and how fast it
slips away as he turned on the faucet
and the insinkerator to flush the
spit and a spoiled tomato that was
beginning to smell. He waved goodbye,
figuratively speaking.