Cro Story - Tatzpiece and Cro-yo in NYC

So Cro came up to NY for Aunt Rachaels friends birthday.

We head into the city, grab some dinner at an irish bar, then walk over to the other bar.

we start downing Jack and cokes and rum and cokes. I complain to the bar tender that Cro's drinks aren't strong enough (they gave him the little boy amount of alcohol. I made sure to fix that.)

At around 1245 we head out to penn station, to make sure we catch the 110-ish train (next one was at 2:57). The Taxi pulls up to Penn, I pay the man and we get out. Cro stumbles a bit, then pukes all over a cement road divider. He claims thats it for the puking, Hes feeling much better

we get downstairs and onto the train. Were standing in the vestibule by the train doors. Cro is squatting down, facing the floor with his arm holding onto a handle for dear life. 3 girls ask me if my friends gonna be okay. I say "yeah he's fine, does this all the time"

we get to jamaica and a seat opens up, he goes in first, i get the aisle....

...I wake up and were at Westbury (we get off at the next stop) i look next to me and Cro is kneeling on the floor,arms folded face down on his seat. i notices a little liquid dribbling out from his face. more and more reddish brownish chunky liquid come out. he looks at me, puke all over his seat. DING, we're at Hicksville (our stop), I jump up grab him and get off the train.

Parents pick us up, we go home. My mother will not allow him to return because he is a drunk.

The next day we watch the eagles loss.