I started my new obsession with Red Bull, AMP or whatever energy drink I can get my 
hands on by accident. I didn’t realize that was what was in my first Cherry Bomb when I imbibed in Vegas, but I did know I loved it and the rest is history.
I know, I know they’re not good for you, what is today? Please, don’t rain on my parade and leave comments about the caffeine, sugar, yada, yada, yada and other ingredients that are in these wonderful drinks that are gonna’ kill me. I’ve read the articles, too. But you know what, I just
don’t care. I like them. They taste good. They just do it for me! They make me happy, and you know what, isn’t that what we’re here on this earth for . . . a little happiness? I am a little proactive by brushing my teeth as much as I can and I try not to drink too many. I tell myself they are no worse than all the coffee I used to ingest and that works for me, really what’s the difference?
Let me tell you something about myself, I do nothing half way . . . so hey, let’s all have another Red Bull . . .cheers!
(c) Written by Evelyn Garone 9/13/12
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