Make sure you can read your handwriting!

(The following is work that i was asked to share with the class. However i was unble to read it well enough to do so effectively)

My head was pounding, aching with every heartbeat. Every thundering pulse seemed to be mocking me in perfect rhythm with each pump dumb-ass! Jack-ass! Re-tard!  “Uggh what did I do to myself?” I closed the front door behind me and drug my feet across the tile floor, never lifting my feet more than a few inches above the floor. My arms wrapped around my visibly shivering body, I could feel the goose bumps and standing hairs under my hands. I got the counter top and braced myself with two hands on the edge of it and, hunched over to take a few deep breaths. Every breath was a battle to keep the contents of the night before where they belonged. I picked up my head to see a gallon on iced tea sitting in front of me, offering me salvation from the horrid taste that lingered in my mouth. I perked up and poured a large glass that I gulped down. As quickly as I finished it, it threated to show itself again.  I clenched my jaw and turned toward the back door. The sudden movement triggered a dizzying spiral of confusion as quickly swung the door open and stumbled outside. Not bothering to close the door behind me I crumbled down to warm stone paver that had been soaking up the suns welcoming rays. I could no longer stand the turning in my stomach, like a caged wild animal the toxins of the night trashed back and forth until they were expelled from my body. Each spasm robbed me of breath and twisted my muscles into straining knots. In-between “fits” I took as many frantic deep breaths as I could, and soaked up as much warmth as possible. I had never been so appreciative to feel such a mirror sensation on my cheek; I clung to the warming stone paver like a piece of drift wood lost in the turning sea. Lifting my face from “my savior” only to purge myself I realized that I was in my backyard, a fact that slipped my mind in my current state. Upon the reassurance of my position, I rested my head on the now fowl paver and with blurry eyes and scorched throat I drifted into a retched shivering slumber…

My word was “backyard” and, upon reading it for the first time I was brought back to one of the most miserable moments of my life.  I will never forget the times I spent in my backyard, some good and, some curled up in a pathetic ball shivering in my own vomit =(