Sy pukes on the roots of a tree and hates himself, and only one of these is a new thing. Why the shit does he do this to himself? He'd convinced himself to take it easy compared to last year, but he'd forgotten just how hard he went during last year's drinking competition. He's a fucking idiot.

He signs, leaning his head against the cool bark of the tree. "I swear to fuck, I'm never drinking again."