Hangovers I Have Known, Or, Se Habla Espaol

ONCE UPON A TIME, when the only reason I hadn't been fired was because I spent so much time on the road, I reached Albuquerque, New Mexico, where I was to begin a survey of several months' duration. The train ride was long and boring, and I relieved it to the extent that, upon arrival at Albuquerque, I gurgled when I moved. I remember more drinks near the station, many more at the hotel bar. . .curtain.