It was like fire. It coursed through my veins, seized my brain, rattled my insides, but my mouth was the worst part of it. It was burning my tongue off, pinching each individual taste bud one---
---and now I could barely breath---
---I was dying. Why, why had I done it? It was---
---no time to think about that now--- I grabbed the cup--- not a drop of water in it---
"Dude, the lemonade's not even that sour."