It
was around the Easter Holiday when I was 16(Im turning 20). Me and my friend
were lately going by his uncles place. His uncle was the black sheep of the
family, drugs,alcohol,sex,rock'n'roll,etc. We would sit around and hang out,
they would all smoke some weed. I wouldn't because I had not yet gotten myself
Involved into that scene just yet and was a bit nervous to do so. But one night
my mother went to go visit my father who was working/living in Michigan at the
time and my brother had taken off for the week-end. So my friend and I were
asked to go out and party with his uncle. So we did. We got his uncle and
ourselves in total bought about two twentyfour cases of beer(The Canadian
Multipak). We then proceeded to go by his uncles house and have a night of
drinking and partying and such. MY friend, his uncle and a few others decided
they wanted to play a drinking game. I told them to screw the game and drink.
Anyways to make a long story short they played the game for a bit and I found I
had drank almost double what they had drank. Everyone was pretty tanked and we
were running low on beer, so the uncle called up his friends and we all went by
them for a party. When we got there we put the beer in the fridge and next
thing I knew it there was a bunch of weed on the coffee table. The smoke of it
filled the room as I sipped on my beer. They all had a chuckle when I started
singing quietly to myself "paradise city" by Guns And Roses because
it was being played on the radio station. The time went by and eventually I had
stolen myself a chair from one of the people who went to get a beer. The guy
beside me had taken one to many puffs off of the joint and he lost his balance
in the chair and went to fall over. I reached out and grabed his hand to keep
him steady and suddenly everyone was laughing at me because they said I grabbed
the hand that had a cigarette in it. I went to check my hand in the bathroom to
make sure it was ok. Now here is the silly part. Suddenly I started feeling bad
and well yep you guessed it vomiteus erupteus! in the toliet and a bit on the
floor. I felt really bad so I grabbed some toliet paper and I cleaned up the
entire bathroom. After I was done I walked out told my friend I was leaving, he
tried to get me to stay but I told him no and left. I stumbled down the halls
of the townhouse corridors and finally reached outside. I puked again this time
I got it all over my shirt, I than started to stumble/run around the area I was
in trying to find my way home. I then found myself at Meadowvale town center
collapsed and passed out on one of the lil grassy hills that are around it. I
got up with my head just a little bit better from resting there so I started
for home. Realizing I was covered in puke I turned my shirt inside out so
nobody that was out that late would realize I was drunk and puked on myself. I
managed to make it to my street but as I was doing so a cop car patrolling the
streets started coming my way. I tried so hard to make it look like I wasnt
drunk and I guess it paid off because they drove right by me. I than got in my
house took off all my clothes put them in the washing machine, took a nice long
shower, got new clothes and started to watch a nice softcore movie on the movie
channel when my brothers friend came knocking on the door asking for him. I
told him he wasnt home and the guy asked to use the bathroom. After he got out
and sniffs the air around me and asked me if i was drunk. I giggled and said
"nah nah im just tired", he laughed at me and said "oh ok tell
your brother to call me tomorrow ok?" and left. I couldnt watch the movie
after that anymore so I went to my bed and had the most enjoyable night trying
to stop my room from spinning.
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