She nodded and they both turned around so I was staring at the back of their heads as they chatted to each other about how crappy the band was.
For some reason, I felt shaky at the incident and the stabbing in my stomach intensified. What the hel ? Did that girl actual y get her teeth shaped to look like that? Who in their right mind would do such a thing? My god, Portland was fucking weird sometimes.
I found myself automatical y taking a step back, nearly bumping into the person behind me. That wretched odor stil clung to the air and I was seconds away from throwing up.
I walked away from the line as quickly and calmly as I could and made a beeline to the women’s washroom.
As I burst through the door, I was relieved to see that it was empty, though the fact that it was a disgusting mess did nothing to stop the vomit that was threatening my throat.
I rushed into an open stal and puked my guts up, seeing the half-digested remains of my mom’s roast pork splash into the bowl. It was enough to make me vomit again.