ive eaten shrimp exactly 5 times in my life, always with gusto and an utter lack of self-restaint, each time has ingrained itself memory as distinctly nightmarish when they ended me ralphing it all back up within the hour. I thought this was reflective hubris insufficient fear god, but is only i write post now, crumpled to knees on floor eresto's bathroom after eating half a baja taco recalling that dad allergic shellfish, realize perhaps issue not higher power, deeper one. biology.