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Funny puke story.
I was in 11th grade, living in my parents' house in New Jersey. One of my friends was visiting from Florida, and we'd been invited to a party in Long Island. Since I was 15 years old, I had to convince my cousin to drive us to the party. He borrowed his dad's new Mercedes and off we went. At the party, we drank dangerous "Tankas" (vodka and Tang - with almost no water), followed by many beers. When it was time to leave, we had to get my Floridian friend out of the master bedroom, where he was having sex with the hostess of the party (I think they were both 16). Anyway, as we made the long ride home on the Long Island Expressway, I started to feel very very sick. I asked my cousin to pull the car over to the side of the road, whereupon I fell to my knees and threw up. We repeated this action several times, until finally he pulled the car to the side, I blindly got out and started to puke, and I felt a tap on the shoulder.
"Uh, Jesse. You're on your front lawn."
Nice.

(Most of you know I quit drinking. The big question is: why did it take almost 5 more years?)