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2008 09 21, Drunk Again—and Hung Over, by George Bookman


     On Saturday evening and into Sunday morning, I once again got drunk.  This time I was drinking shots of cherry 
vodka, which was not as disgusting as regular vodka, but disgusting nonetheless.

     I had eight or nine shots over the course of the night, with most being consumed during the first hour.  I found 
that five were all that was necessary to induce the high.

     I went to sleep around five a.m., I believe, and woke up around ten a.m. with a slight headache that got worse 
throughout the day.  Around two or three p.m. today, we went out to buy some food.  Although I’ve never experienced car 
sickness in my life, I did not find the car-ride to be particularly pleasant.  My stomach didn’t wish for me to forget.

     I bought a ham calzone and some sort of blue drink, and we drove back to the apartment where I consumed these items.  
I had initially thought that getting food into my stomach would be a solution to most of my problems, but learned quickly 
that, despite the wonderful taste of the food, a solution it was not.  A friend gave me a couple ibuprofen.  I napped from 
four to five p.m., and upon waking, discovered my headache to have disappeared.


• The above story is entirely fictional. Any similarity to real persons is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. •