

Despite being taken to the hospital, I’d slipped into an alcohol-induced coma, and my heart stopped. For me as I watched him screaming, the slimy jizz sliding down his cheek.īut back to that fatal college party. He was less than impressed when I spat his exuberance back at him.

Not likely given my strong gag reflex, which my ex-boyfriend could attest to. A nurse later chastised me and claimed that I’d almost choked to death. The paramedics were called and retrieved my unconscious butt from a pool of my own vomit-comprised of pizza, Cheetos, and booze. The daughter of an Irish father should never be taken down by too much whiskey. It should be noted that I’d always assumed rumors of overdosing on booze were an urban legend. It happened when I died from alcohol poisoning-only I didn’t stay dead. I suddenly became a witch while still attending college.
