I was way underage, about 11, was at a party at my friends house (his dad's 40th iirc).
We were stealing bottles of beer and i had 6 bottles. I was feeling on top of the world until i spewed my guts up. All i could taste was the big mac i had eaten earlier and the acid taste of sick.
It was all over the carpet in the hall and my buddys dad made me clean it up. That wasn't much fun.
The next day i was rough as **** & I swore i'd never drink again. I seem to say that a lot as i get older.
