I often go to the bar and just order beers until I'm cut off (which they always do because I sit in the corner and no bar wants some creep who drinks while browsing his phone). This time I had a vape so I'd be going to the washroom and hitting it. Something about the nicotine and alcohol feels so amazing, but often makes me nauseous. I vomitted in my mouth a bit but held it in, then a server came up and said "EVERYTHING GOOD SIR???" and that distracted me enough to spit it out as I ran to the washroom. Only a bit got on the floor but I was of course told I had to leave. I zero-tipped them and left. It was only my third beer too so I wasn't even drunk, it's just the nicotine/alcohol mix sometimes triggers the gag reflex.
The Chads and Stacys at a table across the bar were staring and smiling. In my peripheral I saw them turn to each other, turn back, and smile, obviously taking pleasure in my humiliation. They have good lives, they don't need to haul vapor and alcohol just to feel alive, they have each other and can relax at the bar. I hate the fact that my only source of pleasure is substance and therefore I have to humiliate myself like this.
The Chads and Stacys at a table across the bar were staring and smiling. In my peripheral I saw them turn to each other, turn back, and smile, obviously taking pleasure in my humiliation. They have good lives, they don't need to haul vapor and alcohol just to feel alive, they have each other and can relax at the bar. I hate the fact that my only source of pleasure is substance and therefore I have to humiliate myself like this.
