Saturday, October 24, 2009

That's The Devil Leaving Your Body

I'm throwing up a lot lately. Like, this past month has accounted for 25% of my vomiting experiences since freshman year of high school. This latest time, being last night, Chris, Jaime, Kevin and I were walking around Fox Hollow, smoking cigars. At some point I remembered that I had yet to regale Kevin with how my left arm is shorter than my right, so I began to do so. When it came to the point in the story to show him, I put my cigar in my mouth and did so. At this time, however, I somehow managed to take a full breath of cigar. Now, if you've not had any experience with cigars, let me tell you now that they're very strong in general. This one was particularly strong. Also, inhaling a relatively substantial amount of cigar smoke will make you vomit. Fast forward to twenty minutes later, and I was laying on the floor of Jaime's apartment. Another five minutes and I was in his bathroom, vomiting the decidedly mediocre risotto Kevin had made. It's fine for me to say that, as he himself said it was decidedly mediocre. Even if he hadn't it would still be okay. God, get off my back. I can say what I want. At this point, we decided to go see Where The Wild Things Are, a very very odd movie to say little. On the way, though, we had to make two stops: one for gas, one for, you guessed it, more vomiting! But you always feel so much better after the fact, yeah? That's always nice at least.

2 comments:

  1. I really liked it. It was childish (maybe child-like?) in a very good way. I'm glad Spike Jonze directs things, and that Karen O scored it. Also, the surreality of it at some points was staggering.

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