Thursday, May 12, 2011
Pop Your Kool-Aid
Last week was ninety degrees in Los Angeles, so I treated myself to a Kool-Aid Jammer, my first Capri Sun-like drink in sixteen years.
As I fondled the Jammer, I found myself riddled with fear. Memories of not knowing how to get the straw in the hole consumed my mind. I applied pressure, took a breath, and popped it with confidence, no leakage. In this moment of phallic victory, I realized how far I've progressed as a man.