““From 1972: Easter Sunday: "I can’t recall exactly what happened next. Grandma probably yelled at me, not realizing that I had given her full warning, pleaded with her to let me go, and all I gave her was payback for not recognizing the gravity of the situation. (She was the one who would later clean up the unholy mess with mop and bucket.) J was still too freaked out to do anything. Grandma simply asked if I could walk home. I could. I felt great, as does anyone who has one of those life-affirming regurgitations where it feels like every negative thing in your life has just been expelled from your body. I skipped through the graveyard in my puke-stained suit, feeling pretty good about life.””
