SCENE: afternoon, 38F low humidity [exhalation visible in air] red flags [waving, wind from E at 2 knots] nearby park/monument [?] partially cloudy [RAIN CLOUDS in distance] murder of crows periodically visible at treeline
CHARACTER: “… checked again, found thirty or thirty-one birds …” [from context it is clear term is jargon, not referring to the crows]
NARRATOR: As he said this it brought to mind an upstart punk band, called themselves “Aspiring Vomit” – before the front man died of a heroin overdose.
CHARACTER: “What are you talking about?”