At 7:43 a.m. I crack open a can of Red Bull, original flavor. The O.G. Ol’ faithful. Big red. Lil’, uh, canny. Despite being by a significant margin the most popular energy drink in the United States for almost three decades, it’s impossible to describe the taste of it. Sweet, but slightly tangy; th...
I have had cocaine nights gentler than this. My head keeps darting around like a songbird's. The width of my skull feels off. My eyeballs are dry. I can hear my blood.
I was expecting some reflection or some larger message or lesson the author learned. Nah, he drank a lot of Red Bulls, got predictably sick, and documented it. I appreciated reading it though. I kinda want a Red Bull now…
While this is incredibly stupid I read through the whole article and I really admire the guy for his tenacity. We all want to know what will happen and he’s just out there doing it and telling the world.