Cough Syrup, Regret, and Desperation
The Grown Son was surprised that I had never tried Jagermeister.
He insisted on making me a drink.
Jagermeister and Red Bull.
He used sugar-free Red Bull.
Apparently it’s better that way.
Sorry, Kid, but that sugar-free stuff doesn’t help.
Not one bit.
The drink was terrible.
It tasted like cough syrup and regret.
With a strong hint of desperation.
Yeah, nah, I’ll pass.
I’m way past all that desperation nonsense.
I have reached that IDGAF stage of life.
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