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12/17/08(Wed)01:25:11 No.2466155The
one and only time I've vomited from alcohol was the day after, during
the hang-over. It was my first year in college. I was young and stupid.
The previous night I'd been at a friend's house with a lot of booze. I
drank a ton of wine and then drank beer for a long time. Eventually I
began to feel woozy and nauseous, but I'd be damned if I let that devil
drink get the best of me! I wouldn't vomit. I;d beat the booze at its
own game!! I manfully held it down. I didn't even drink any water. The
next day, of course I felt like death. When I got home after the
loudest subway ride I'd ever been on, I remembered you're supposed to
drink water to help you recover. But even better than water, I thought,
was obviously orange juice. I ate boiled eggs and drank lots of OJ. The
thing is OJ's very acidic and my stomache was angry about this. So I
vomited. It was long, chunky, wet, and glorious. I stood up and looked
at my reflection in the mirror. My lips had turned cherry-red, like I
was wearing lipstick. My skin turned as white as a block of cheese. I'm
a fairly pale guy, but at that moment, I looked like a china doll. I
looked at my scalp, where my hair gave way to my forehead. Up close,
leaning into the mirror, my hairs looked like tiny little wires. I
could see the faint, almost gray, roots of my hair disappearing into my
waxy flesh. I imagined pulling a hair out. I imagined it would feel
like plugging a clog out of a sink, or like pulling a pencil out of a
lump of cheese. I vomited again. |