I Remember – #850

I remember the strange clotted sour taste in my mouth after waking up from an extended gaming session with my friend, Slade.  We’d stay up so late, and so long, that our bodies would rebel against us, and we’d finish a weekend of RPG gaming with sore throats, bleary eyes, deadened brains, sallow skin.

-18 January 2017

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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