I was talking to my dad today about his self imposed dieting. Well it isn’t really self-imposed. The doc told him he had to exercise, lose weight as well as cut down on sugar, starches and…
I told him I haven’t had any beer in at least three weeks maybe closer to a month because I’ve been sick. I was sick with some sort of throat/sinus infection for two weeks, that I put off as a cold until I conceded that I needed to go to the doc and for a little more than a week I was on antibiotics.
So I began telling him how one time when I was in my early 20s I had a beer when I was on amoxycillan or pennicilan or some-kinda-cillan and what happened to me.
My brother and I some how conned his then girlfriend to take us to some club. Why she didn’t stay I don’t remember but I took about two swallows from a longneck and in five minutes I was in the bathroom heaving my guts up. Now I don’t know if it was the medicine, if I ate something bad or if someone slipped me a roofie but I was hatin’ life.
My brother came in after a few minutes looking for me and said “are you ok?”
“What do yoooooooo thiiii[blecchhh]innnk.”
I over heard a guy as he was leaving say, “yep. I remember when I had my first beer.”