So here is how it panned out. It was around a month or so ago when I got drunk for the first time. After walking to the house which the party was being held, I handed the "gatekeeper" $5 and walked inside. I was quickly directed into the basement where the party was being held. My friend introduced me to all the kids until one guy comes up to me and tells me to follow him. After making our way to the other room the kid opens the fridge and hands me a beer, then continues to take one and put 2 more in each of his back pockets. I move back to the room where everyone is playing pong, flip cup, etc. and take a seat on the couch. My friend keeps feeding me beers and after a couple I'm feeling buzzed. I get up and make my way to the other room to find one of my other friends who had disappeared. This kids house was comparable to that of a chicken coop, too much cock, and not enough room. Slipping through a bunch of wreckless kids I manage to transport myself to the other room where I see my friend jerking in a strobe light, that shit was mind bottling. Anyway I get him to come through to the other room where a girl asks me to play flip cup and I accept, meanwhile my friend disappears again, sneaky asians. So now I'm on beer number 7ish and remembered that the only thing I had eaten since breakfast were skittles, the crumbs from this kids crumb cake, and a dorito(just one). It was kind of like a roller coaster and I had just reached the top, everything else would be down hill from here. I wanted some fresh air so I stumbled up the stairs and out the back porch. There were about 10 scumbags chain smoking on the deck and the smoky air made me sick real quick so I took a seat on the stairs. After sitting there for about 3 minutes my friend runs past me and says "cops..." and kept going. Not knowing what was going on, I hopped down a couple steps and jumped the railing...bad idea. What I thought was a 2 foot drop turned out to be around 10 and not really giving a shit I just got up and tried catching up to my friend like a ghost in pac man. We came upon a swamp and just decided to jump his neighbors fence and run down a couple houses to get away from the cops. After crossing the road, passing through a yard, some woods, a parking lot, narnia, and some other roads we arrived at my friends house and sat down to watch king of the hill. After sitting down for about half an hour I felt nauseous and peaced out the back door quickly. I looked over the railing of his porch and saw new flowers planted so I made like a kenyan and ran to the end of his deck and did a superman frontflip with out the front flip as I missed the step. I never thought projectile vomit was real, until the point where I watched every last drop of beer I had escape from my mouth. My plan from now on, smoke more, drink less.