Twelve Wonderful Years

The beginning of July means one thing:  the start of a month-long celebration of my vomit-free lifestyle.  It is now twelve years since I last threw up, and I am drawing ever closer to the 14 year streak of Jerry Seinfeld.

As some of you may know, the last time I up-chucked was the beginning of July 1995, when, immediately after an enormous breakfast of pancakes, I had to chase an escaped dog.

My goal is twenty pukeless years.

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