When I was about sixteen years old, one of my friends threw a party. His parents were out of town and there we were with two big bottles of Jagermiester. We could think of nothing else better to do, so we decided to get drunk. Me and my friends sat at the kitchen counter taking shots. Being young and dumb, I thought I was a bad ass and could handle my liquor, so I kept on taking shots and drinking from the bottle. I had that warm, burning feeling in my stomach. I stood up from the counter it all hit me at once, I knew I was pretty inebriated. It felt like the world was repetitively flipping over my head as my mouth started to water in an unpleasant way. The party hadn't even gotten started yet, but I knew I was through drinking for the night. I stumbled to the bathroom to vomit and get it over with. Those drinks did not taste half as good the second time around. I did not know if I was through getting sick so I layed in the floor against the bathtub for a few hours. The floor was cold and it felt good on my back. While collecting myself in the bathroom floor, my friend busted in the door and threw up right beside me. Her eyes were bloodshot and glassy as she made grotesque puking sounds, but I knew how she felt, I was just in the same situation. A few moments later everyone else at the party walked to the doorway of the bathroom to point and laugh becuase they had been looking for me the whole night.
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