The Fourth of July. Yay! One of my most memorable fourths? Vomiting my brains out in the upstairs hallway of my parents' house on Glenville Road. Why? Because I ate the wrong part of the Chesapeake Bay blue crabs at the annual neighborhood crab fest. I still remember sitting there munching away on the whitish, longitudinal, flavorless soft parts of the belly of the crabs. I was 7 or 8, but my cognitive processes haven't changed much since then. I munched away...with a vague sense that something was not quite right, but that notion didn't stop me.
And boy did I pay the price. Although whoever(my mom, I'm sure) had to clean the crab puke off the wooden floor in the upstairs hallway paid more than I. Sorry mom.
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