I've had too many cases of gastrointeritise and food poisoning, the worst being from day-old pizza. Iy was a party in Queens, and I stayed over, sleeping on the floor. I awoke around 6:00 am, Sunday morning, knowing I was going to be sick. I left my friends a note, took the subway (RR?maybe) to 42nd Street, praying don't let me thrown up here, where I transferred to the Broadway Local, praying don't let me throw up here. I got off the train at 79th and Broadway and walked past all these dressed-up churchgoers strolling around 8:00 to 9:00 on Broadway. I got to the corner of Broadway and 80th Street where I threw up all over myself and the sidewalk. Completely humiliated, I walk3ed-ran the two blocks to my apartment where I spent the remainder of the day being violently ill.