Bugging Out

On vomiting, pride, and coming to terms with my humanity after the stomach bug ate through my family.

There are few things I’ve really boasted about in my life. They are, in no particular order, my ability to pinpoint (most) non-Pacific-island countries on a map. My mid-range passing accuracy with a soccer ball. My Indian accent. My Scottish accent. The time senior year of high school that Mrs. Merkowski called me—not Jeremy, my best friend, and our eve…