Jul 11, 2004 22:30
I was watching Dave Chappell and had just taken a drink of my beer when Dave said something hillarious. I was struggling to keep it in and not send the beer out of my nose. To do so I bent over and held my nose and mouth, still laughing, I noticed my shoes next to my feet. Flashback! I don't remember when or where but here is what I remember, or better yet, what memory popped into my head:
I was really drunk and must have been on a couch or a bed when I felt really drunk. Instead of making it to the bathroom I leaned over and figured I just needed to throw up at any cost. Except the cost of getting cought. I saw my shoe and decided to use it as a vomit bowl. I must have been about 19-20 because I barely remember much else. I filled my shoe and thought at the time that it was the best option. The next mourning I had to secretly empty my shoe into the toillet and then wash it out in the sink. I remmember walking away from the house very early in the mourning with one sloshing shoe hoping that I did not know the girl before that night or that I would ever have to see her again. I must have been a stalion.