John Watson ‘12
Staff Writer
I’m addicted to Coke. I have some every day. I have even walked miles to get it. More than half of my income, including spare change I find in the couch, goes straight to it. I am only, of course, talking about the popular soft drink Coca-Cola.
My refrigerator and garage are filled from top to bottom with can after can of Coke, and other Coca-Cola products. Since starting this article I’ve already consumed a can and just cracked open another. You could say I have a “tiny” problem.
The first time I ever had Coke was back when I was five years old, – one of around five memories I have left from before 6th grade. I was at the beach with my family, annoyed with having already spent hours there, baking in sun, when my mom handed me a cold red can. I cracked it open and drank a little, then a lot. I was no longer angry to be at the beach after that.
Before that, my favorite drink was, sadly enough, milk. After that date, I only began to drink it when it was demanded of me, and lately, never except for choice times when we were out of Coke.
It’s not good when the money you get back from recycling Coke cans is enough to go get another 12 pack of Coke. One of my most memorable Christmas presents I ever got was a 32 pack of Coke and, trust me, that did not make my mother happy.
I am known for my Coke drinking habits amongst my friends, which is pretty good considering they are all super caffeinated 24/7. Actually I just cracked open my third right now.
My Coke addiction, though it annoys the hell out of my mom, has served some purpose. My Coke reward points are nearing the thousands, and at 3 points for a 20oz bottle, I deem that a fair achievement.
I am totally, and entirely addicted to Coke; and honestly, I don’t feel like changing. It’s just one of those things that has become part of my schedule – just opened my fourth can.
