After yesterday's irresponsible pro-drinking post, I ought to acknowledge drinking has some downsides.
I think my worst hangover was New Year's morning, 2005. Middle of the night, can't sleep, overwhelmed with anxiety, a whole year's regrets behind, a whole year's fears ahead, and sweating gallons of red wine off my gray teeth and into the couch. Finally turn on television for some relief. Video clips of tsunami wiping people off beaches, over and over, all over southeast Asia.
The poet Charles Bukowski also had a bad one once too.
What was yours?