I’ve been writing poetry lately, which is never a good sign.

I started getting into cocktails a few years ago. I like any hobby where you get to consume the end result. Since then I’ve created a fair number of cocktails and some of them are even good. This is not one of them.

It was hot today, and I don’t do well in the heat. In the summer here it can regularly end up in the 110s. Today it was almost 90. I’ve been cranky and annoyed with a small feeling of dread growing steadily in my chest. Summer is coming, and I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready. I need to live in a different climate, a polar climate. For well over half the year I get to wear a hoodie and be comfortable, but that time is coming to an end, and today was the warning shot.

I was feeling miserable at the grocery store and that’s probably why I ended up buying some of those Little Hug candy (fruit) water drinks. I used to get them all the time when I was a kid/teenager. My best friend at the time and I would walk to the grocery store and get one of those and a candy bar. They were awful. They were way too sweet and had a chemical burning sensation as you drank them. They were perfect.

So I got them home and did what any depraved adult would do, popped one open and added a shot of tequila. The first thing I noticed was that there wasn’t any sugar anymore. I mean apparently there still is, since high fructose corn syrup still gets second billing after water, but the sucralose is all I can taste. I hate it here.

Sweet Embrace (of death):

Mix with ice and regret immediately.