» My Worst Vomit

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When i was 15, and spending the evening drinking Spar 'Imperial' vodka at the bandstand was my idea of fun, i over did it with my friend's bottle of absinthe that he'd bought on a school trip to paris. The bandstand happened to be directly in front of a home for the terminally ill, so it was pretty quick before the police were called and we were moved on.

After Auto-piloting my way home, extending the 25min walk to one of an hour, i decided that i should try and sober-up before facing my parents. I sat in my garden bench, head between my knees with a growing pile of bile on the grass. When i felt i had nothing left in me a placed an upturned bucket over the vom and made my way up to my room. After a final vomit out of my sky-light window i went to sleep feeling that all was over.

A week later the sound of the lawnmower starting up jogged my memory of the night abd i rushed outside. i managed to signal my father to stop the mower before he moved the vom-bucket to carry on mowing. i then took over the mowing- having to descreetly remove the bucket and repeatedly mow and mash the chunks of sick into the turf.
(Fri 20th Aug 2004, 23:58, More)