it's the real thing

God, i love Coca-Cola. i know that most of you abandoned it in your early teens for more adult fare, but for me it is my drug of choice.

Love how it burns going down, especially when you have a sore throat...feels like it's destroying all of those throat germs causing the sore. Love how it bites each and every taste bud upon the first sip, love it's sweet warmth as it courses through my veins.

When i was 15 and convinced i was going to be a writer... a writer that made money, that is- i imagined myself in my office, working on my fourth great American novel, with my own Coke fountain right by my side. Hunter S. Thompson could have his whiskey, Bukowski could have, well, everything else, but all i wanted was Coke. While in my 20's and my 30's, and out at a bar, a well meaning friend would at times suggest i order it with some rum or whiskey. i looked at them as if they were speaking in tongues: why would i want to ruin a perfectly good drink?

These days i have it a few times a week, as opposed to the two liters a day i used to drink in my wild 20's, and still marvel at how i never tire of it.