Jumping is generally a horrible experience. Short hops, you can tolerate: five feet or less is no worse than walking, really. Long hops you him ill, but you can still do it.

Huge jumps like this are universally awful, and it turns out being drunk doesn't make it any better.

The world is spinning violently around you, and it feels like your stomach arrives seconds after the rest of you. You're puking before your vision even clears, doubled over nearly in half like the added pressure will stop the nauseating pain.

(It just makes it worse. It always makes it worse.)

Hinnom is saying something, but you're having difficulty just staying upright: listening is a little beyond you right now.