I was a junior in high school at the time. I'd just gotten my first job at a gas station being an attendant. The main reason I got the job was because my girlfriend lived five minutes away from the gas station and I could just go hang out there afterwards. I on the other hand lived half an hour away from the store which meant I had to get up earlier in the morning to get there and it took some time to get home.

They started training me during regular day shifts--noon 'til 8 or 4 'til closing. I was doing pretty well with that, but I would never go home after I got out of work--I would just go to my girlfriend's place and hang out there until really late.

After I completed my training, I had to work a Saturday morning. It was the first time I was by myself. They had me working from 6 A.M. until noon. This meant I had to wake up shortly after 5 A.M. in order to get there and take care of everything before I had to open up. Due to this fact I was highly sleep-deprived when I arrived to work. On top of this I hadn't eaten since noon the day before. I was starving, but all there really was to eat at the gas station was candy, soda--and what I considered to be one of the great perks of the job--Slush Puppies. Since they could inventory candy and soda, I just ate a lot of Slush puppies (starting at six in the morning).

By about 10 o'clock I wasn't feeling so well. The Slush Puppies had been sitting in my stomach for awhile. With no sleep and nothing else to eat but the Slush Puppies, I started to get that saliva-in-the-mouth-about-to-vomit feeling. I thought if I just sat down and if no customers came in for awhile I'd be all right; I'd just be able to calm it down and I'd be fine.

I'd been sitting down for a few minutes when three or four 20-something goofy hipsters came in. They just walked by, but as the last girl was walking in I had to stand up. This is when I started to feel really nauseous. I didn't throw up, but I did make a very audible "mmmmrrrrff" noise. She just looked at me and stood there as if nothing had happened. They left shortly after that.

I sat down again, trying to settle my stomach, when another customer walked in--a six and a half foot fat black man and his five year old daughter. I was just hoping this guy would just get what he wanted and get out before I threw up, because it was on its way. So I was standing there in front of him and his daughter while he tried to figure out what kind of cigarettes he wanted. While I was standing there I felt the vomit and it was definitely ready to make its appearance. But I figured I would just hold it in so that I wouldn't throw up in front of this man who'd probably beat me up for puking in front of him. I still felt it coming, but I continued to hold it in. Again I felt the surge. This time, it came out. Unfortunately I wasn't aware of it until the man shouted at me, "Go puke boy, it's coming out your nose!!" At that point I had to run into the back room and throw up the blue slush (which apparently had been what was coming out of my nose). After I was done I was really hoping that the man would just take what he wanted--I didn't care if he left money or not--and just leave. But luckily for me, he must have been some sort of samaritan because he was still there. He and his daughter were still standing by the register when I came out of the restroom after puking. I suppose you have to commend him because he didn't take off.

I didn't puke again after that; I was almost done with work at that point. Instead of going home, which is what I should have done, I went over to my girlfriend's again. From there we went over to someone else's house. I was still feeling really sick and everyone there was making fun of me because of what had happened. Eventually I ended up puking on this girl's bathroom floor.

Brian is still puking, making quite a spectacle of himself by puking at his going away party awhile back! email Brian