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Something very strange has just happened to me. I first noticed it last night after coming home from running my little sisters around on various errands in my car-- I decided it would be prudent to open one of the Budweisers my parents had bought for my visit home. I couldn't drink it... it tasted awful. Somewhere between old cheese and nitric acid, the flavor made me want to puke. My first assumption was that it was an effect of the Nicorette gum I had just spit out (I've just recently quit smoking, hooray), so after pouring it into a glass, then pouring it into a different glass without finding an improvement in flavor, I figured maybe it was just a rotten can of beer. (Whether or not beer can rot can be left for another discussion, another time). So I gave my dad a sip and he seemed to think it was just fine. Ok, maybe it's just the gum. I'll try some later, should be ok. Fast forward to today. My father and I were out at lunch, I got myself a tall draft Yuengling, one of my personal favorite brews. Again... the beer tasted like satan himself had farted into my glass. Of course, I had been chewing the gum, which is mint-flavored, immediately prior to this, so perhaps it was the same sort of thing happening all over again. To test this hypothesis I had my lunch, went home, and waited a couple hours without having anymore of the Nicorette, in an attempt to neutralize the "mint" flavor. Cracked open another bud. Same thing!! It's disgusting.

Now I realize the last time I enjoyed a beer was right before I got violently ill, this past Monday. I studied psych in school and I learned about how the brain can, under certain circumstances, create stimulus associations, depending on several factors, which include stimulus severity. Since the sickness was so severe (I was throwing up literally every 5 minutes) perhaps my brain somehow, in some perverse, horrible way, associated beer with illness, so that from now on the taste of beer becomes noxious to me regardless of my past experience.

This seems to be the only explanation. So I'm now cursed to walk the earth as a demi-man -- an incomplete person, since to love beer is to be man, by definition. What I did to deserve this I'm not sure. It's just frightening to think that from now on, when we go down to my favorite blues bar, I'll be ordering up a glass of wine while my friends enjoy their frosty brews. May God have mercy on my soul.
:arrow: Rizzo

Hi folks, just a post to let you know that I'm still alive, though I'm happy just for that fact after the last couple days. I'm home visiting my family in New York, and got violently ill as soon as I got here. Must be the clean country air. Doing better now. Still haven't gotten around to fixing the computer... yes, I'm lazy, but I don't have a lot of money either. Will update this page again on a regular basis once I get it fixed. Thanks for sticking in and stopping by
Rizzo