the is a short recap of recent events that have tortured my soul:
i have always been a spicy food addict. i am not sure why or how this came to be, but i can never get enough spice on my food. a passion of mine is seeing how spicy i can possibly go before puking or crying or disliking what i am eating. last year i finally conquered the naga bhut jolokia pepper(ghost chili pepper) and it has become one of my favorite spices. i am not saying that i eat strait up ghost pepper regularly, but ghost pepper hot sauce and pepper flakes have become a regular addition to my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. since finding the ghost pepper hot sauce it has become a pregame ritual of mine to eat it with one meal before any team sporting event.
right now i am in the middle of lacrosse season, and we had to drive 2 hours to a game but i did not have time to eat breakfast. so naturally i brought my lucky hot sauce to school, ate lunch with my team,r no different from any other day. on the bus one of my teammates asked me why i was carrying a bottle of hot sauce around with me, my whole team became interested in this so i explained the idea behind the ritual and what it was. in doing this i also explained that is was some of the spiciest sauce you can get your hands on. taking this as a challenge, my teammates all asked to try it to see if they could take the spice. i told them to wait until after the game and then everyone could have a taste of my lucky sauce.
this is where my day quickly went to shit. after a intense loss i decided that i was actually going to pass my sauce around. every one of my teammates had a drop, and every one of them couldn't understand how i could eat the sauce without freaking the fuck out, yelling and consuming immense amounts of water. as the bottle made it back around the bus to the safety of my bag, the bus hit a bump causing less than a drop of the sauce to fly out of the bottle 3 feet across the aisle directly into my open, suprised eye. now, if anyone of you have ever eaten a ghost pepper, you know that it is like putting your mouth though the depths of hell and back. i am here to confirm that the pain experienced when the oil of a ghost pepper meets a human eye, is 1000 times worse eating one. my eye immediately started swelling, and i experienced a pain unlike anything i have ever encountered. i would describe it as comparable to breaking a femur while stabbing yourself in the other leg will being kicked hard in the nuts. this happened halfway through the bus ride home, so i had to spend another hour waiting to begin to rinse out my eye. i cannot explain this feeling. i was given advice to blink as much as possible when something is in my eye so i sat in silence for an hour blinking furiously with no results and no improvement. after arriving home i rinsed out my i as best as i could but again no improvement. after another thirty minutes of rinsing i ended up filling an empty gatorade bottle with cold water, lying on my back, gatorade bottle upside down on my eye, and blinking constantly. only after another hour of this has the pain begun to subside. the moral of this story is to never let anything involving the ghost pepper near your eye, it will be some of the worst physical pain that you will ever experience.
i felt the need to share this story for no real reason but for the entertainment of myself.
the short version of the story can be read by starting in paragraph 3.
thank you and goodnight.