When I lived in the dorm in college it was easier to sneak had liquor into the building than cases of beer, so I tried whiskey for awhile. I had one episode when I bought a liter of whiskey, and told myself I would stop drinking when it was halfway gone, so I would have some for the next night. I stopped when there was about an inch left in the bottom of the bottle.
I had sweet-talked a little chickadee into coming back to my room, and was just at the point where she was going to pay some attention to me south of the border when the first wave of nausea hit...this was a Friday night, and I didn't eat solid food until Wednesday...I sucked on ice chips for a couple of days because that was all I could keep down. I suspect a hospital stay would have been appropriate but at the time it never entered my addled mind.

BTW I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since 2000.

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