Reading Burneko’s article was such a bummer. Magary’s passion has restored my faith in the universe, or should I say the Galaxy...

For my 28th birthday, my friends and I went out to a bar in a college town. They proceeded to buy me 9 shots of varying liquors, which I drank down on an empty stomach. Around 11:45pm that night, I blacked out, woke up the next morning on my couch, with a crushing headache, dried puke on my shirt and very, very wet…