I take a shot of patron, two shots and it’s on... three shot, four shot, five shot
It wasn’t patron but at two glasses of wine and three cruisers, crap I feel sick. Ten(?) shots of whatever it was, I puked. Now the puking didn't end there... of course it didn't. Of course.
The burning sensation that traveled my consumption track at this very moment still lingers, distasteful. Breathe, let it out – holidays are technically over. Must complete some holiday homework and set my mind back on track. I can do it, I can do it... I can do it....
/Falls asleep.
Shit I think I'm gone.
