Before I can even process what I’m doing, the lid is off the bottle, cold glass pressing to my lips. Spiced liquid slides down my throat as I sip something that I haven’t tasted since the night I went to jail for beating up Huckslee’s dad. And I sip again. And again. Until I’m Fucking Gone.
Fuck allll you motherfuckers!!!!! I AM SEETHING WITH TAGE!!!!
