re: #423 GeneJockey

Gin + I don’t remember what = a night hugging the toilet and a day spent lying in bed with periodic returns to the toilet.

I no longer have any actual memories of it, but I can’t bring myself to think of drinking gin.

Gin is my arch-enemy.

Waaay back in 19 and 76, some friends and I had a party. I had just been introduced to what I thought was a marvelous concoction known as a “screwdriver.”

I got beyond wasted; my friends later told me that I spent close to an hour drinking from an empty glass with absolutely no understanding of what was going on at the time.

Not to go *all* Breaking Bad here, but I did wake up with vomit on the bed, my clothes, my face. They say God looks after fools, and I guess I must be living proof of that.

Haven’t touched the stuff since.