Everyone has an addiction.

some are addicted to shopping.
some are addicted to attention.
some are addicted to dick.
one of my addictions is coffee.
iced coffee,
in particular.
i fuckin’ love iced coffee.
i prefer iced coffee from dunkin rather than starbucks.
i’m not a fan of starbucks.
yesterday,
i ordered a large iced coffee and when i drank half of it…

I noticed that it had a chaulky after taste.

of all my years of ordering the same iced coffee order,
i have NEVER had this kind of taste before.
the after taste reminded me of milk of magnesia or something.

So here I am,
thinking a disgruntled employee fucked with my coffee.

shortly after,
i felt my throat start to feel numb.
panic started its countdown.
so i hit up my neighbor and a friend to let them know what was going on,
just in case they find my body slumped over the toilet with a dunkin’ cup in my hand.
i hit up the service i ordered it from so i could build a paper trail.

I don’t play about my paper trails.
I always let someone know something.
My refund for the iced coffee just hit my account.

“Did you take a Benadryl?” my friend asked.

“I read people are suing Dunkin because they change ingredients and don’t tell people,” my neighbor said.

okay so bet.
if i survive this after i take the benny,
i’ll be looking into getting legal representation.
i ain’t even gonna hold you but that benadryl wore me out.
as you can see,
i survived too.
i don’t know what was going on with that iced coffee yesterday.
i just ask that God don’t take away my iced coffee because i’m allergic to something in it now.

i beg of him.