Disappearance without a trace

One night last August I was in my backyard in Virginia having a barbeque with some friends. It was around dusk and the sky was a brilliant shade of pink when my bottle of Knob Creek gin began to shake. The ten of us watched in amazement. The bottle shook for awhile and finally exploded much to my dismay. It had never even been opened. However, instead of the shards flying out in random directions, they all flew upwards. We watched in anticipation and followed the shards of glass upwards into the sky (with our eyes that is.) They suddenly disapperead into thin air and there was not even a trace of gin on the ground. We were all pretty freaked out about the event but cast away our worries. That night I had a dream in which a man in a black cape appeared and told me to reform my ways or else I would be like that bottle of gin disappearing never to be seen or heard from again and having no one really care about my abscene. The next day I donated $20,000 to the local Salvation army and later on that evening as I was cleaning up my backyard I noticed the gin sitting exactly on the table, unopened, where it had been before the incident.

It reformed my wasteful actions