re: #449 chadu

Vodka, as mentioned upthread, is my enemy.

I woke up, in a toilet stall in my dorm, slamming my torso side-to-side against the walls; my jeans around my ankles, and vomit filling the crotch of them and spilling over my cowboy boots; with friends urging water and Advil on me.

First, and worst, hangover ever.

Got to pay it back to one of those friends: after his 21st, he got about as wasted as I was. While he worshiped the Great Porcelain God, we talked about literature.

I am not ashamed to admit I love Jim Beam.