Guest 28 Dec 2005, 02:19
My first time was much more violent. And I was all over the toilet in some girls apartment in nyc and she wanted me out. I tried to take the train, but the ride made me want to puke more. I know I looked like a crazy person, all because the girl was a bitch and kicked me out. When I got off the train I couldn't find my way out of the station. I was in grand central station, I was lost. The high marble ceiling made me just as sick. But I somehow managed to hold in the puke. I ended up finding the exit, and sleeping outside and puking like a sick homless person. I woke up in jail. After that I never drank as much again.