Stomach cramps. That’s what woke me up. All the rum and coke I’d had were catching up to me. I had to pee like a racehorse, too. More side effects from the uncountable number of refills I’d had throughout the last night.
I don’t get hungover. I don’t experience the lethargy, or light sensitivity, or headaches, or nausea like they don T.V. Never have. Instead, my bathroom trips just increase ever so slightly throughout the next day. It’s not even proper diarrhea as much as minor cramps and loose stools. Some people get hangovers, I just get the hangover shits.
It’s a real point of paranoia most days. Your typical Amazon seems to have a sixth sense about Littles with rumbling guts, and the Raine Forrests of the world wouldn’t hesitate to capitalize on that and find a way to detain someone like me until the inevitable ‘accident’ occurred.