I died this morning due to over imbibing in the consumption of alcohol.

I was at a bar celebrating a friend's birthday.  At first, I paced myself relatively well.  A drink every hour or so.

I stopped taking care and eventually stopped talking.  I can't remember seeing.  I couldn't taste or touch.

What I do remember is the familiar scent of a friend's home.  I remember hurting as my organs and blood protested the invasive poison that I put in my body.

I threw up a lot.  I vomited and vomited and bled and hurt and cried.  And then I slept.  And then I drowned in my blood and vomit.

Drunk death is a stop motion voyage on the sea's floor.