During certain performances of Jukebox Stories: The Case of the Creamy Foam, Brandon makes me eat food. (I won't reveal what food, as not to ruin the show for people who have not yet gone.) On Thursday night, I did what I was told, not really paying attention to the fact that the aforementioned food had been sitting around for three weeks. Afterward, my stomach hurt. Not a "poo" kind of hurt, but an "ache" kind of hurt. (I do believe that is the first time in the history of Bamboo Nation that I have typed the word "poo.")
However, my stomach quickly settled after we went to Pub on Solano Avenue in Albany, where I consumed ginger ale, apple cider, salt and vinegar chips, honey dijon chips, a chocolate peanut butter cookie, and a 99-cent cherry pie from 7-11. That's how you cure a common stomachache.
I should get stomachaches more often.