I remember the one time I found a ton of Bud-E (That horrible energy beer) still cool in a dumpster. (I was younger and stupider)
This reminds me of a story.
A couple of summers ago I was walking back from doing my daily grocery shopping here in the grungy inner-city. This kid, maybe 15 years old at most, rides past me on his bicycle. Suddenly he notices a half-empty bottle of one of those vile energy-drinks abandoned on the footpath. On the concrete. In the grungy inner-city. In the full sun. On a summer's day. Open. He picks it up, takes a sip, decides it's okay, and continues on his way, bottle in hand.
KIDS! Doncha love 'em.
