Things I will leave out of my Autobiography

I like the feeling of a girl's hand rubbing my back and saying lines like "o, it'll be all right, you're doing good", when I am throwing up after (or during) a party. I like to imagine (with the small amount of comprehensive ability I have left in me) that a tiny angel has her hands on my back. A tiny angel who for some reason let me drink excessive amounts of alcohol, but then helps me later by telling me things will be allright. This thought makes me feel slightly better even while different proofs of liqour are battling over the right to destroy my stomach and liver. Additionally, this sentiment should make the girl rubbing my back feel better. For a moment, she is not percieved as a loose-moraled female, even though she is dressed for the part. For a brief moment she is a saint... the saint of back rubs and generic sympathy phrases.