As we are leaving the venue walking back to the lot, i start to vomit uncontrollably. Basically every 20 feet I would stop and barf. Eventually i calm down and get back to the lot. As i am about to get back to the car and get in, i feel the urge, and i run over to a divider from the Lot to the woods and start yakking again. 

Just when I am done, and sure looking like shit, some head comes over to check me out. He says, "You need a drink," and I nod no. He says, "You need help." Again, i have to nod no, cause i am afraid that if i open my mouth i will yak on him. 

He asks me if I need about 10 other things, and I keep nodding no. Finally he asks if i need a tissue, suddenly the terrible feeling in my gut goes away, and I can respond and say thanks.  He responds with, "I knew if I asked you enough things I would get to something you need."  I took the tissue and felt better, and the head was on his way. Thanks friend.

- Guyute