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Some of our gang are well connected to a guy who has a stash of bootleg booze around. Normally hard liquor is not our drink but this particular day we decided to try something different. By the time the day was over we made 3 trips to his place and ended up buying 2 40-oz'ers and a 26-oz'er between 4 of us - just about a 26-oz'er each. We were absolutely hammered. Then to finish off the night we got a dozen beer. When I woke up the next day it was like I awoke in hell. Everything from my feet to my head throbbed in agony with every heartbeat. My head was splitting, my stomach was churning, it seemed like I was living in a fog. I was so sick I could puke on command. There are no words to describe how horrible I felt. This went all day on without a break. I was as white as a ghost and I wouldn't dream of eating. I somehow made it through that day and hit the bed pretty early that night. The next day I got up for work and I was still dying sick. By now it was just a regular brutal hangover, the kind I've had before. All through the day I avoided things like work, co-workers and conversation. For lunch I had a big glass of water, nothing else. I went to bed early again that night and the next day I got up still hungover and again the day after that. I thought that if it goes on much longer I might have to jump off a bridge to end the misery. It wasn't until Thursday morning that I got up without a hangover - 4 straight days. I haven't gotten drunk on hard liquor since and to this day I can hardly stand the smell of it.
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