Love. Romance. Blissful evenings full of sweet thoughts and a loving person. Resting on a cushion a lone with your precious beloved, seeing the adoration smothered by the disinterest in her eyes. Running dry. So dry. Like the last few drops of Dr. Pepper in the bottom of a three day old can left on the radiator. Bitter, warm, and mind numbing. At least in the scenario you have something to drink. Nothing, however, stands to the mind destroying effects of having the Dr. Pepper ripped from your hands while you snuggle with it hoping it is something that will never judge you the way others do, and being there for you in the worst times. Who after all expects the sweet nectar which makes you feel alive in no other way to be pluck from your life for no explained reason?
Sure, why do I not go purchase more Dr. Pepper? Well I have a small problem entering a store. Most of the clerks tell me I am great. “Oh, you’re so funny! “ “He he, you’re so easy to talk to. You listen so well." So, why do I not have any Dr. Pepper in my estate? Well simply put, Dr. Pepper is only sold to those who are outspoken, crazy, and always funny. Dr. Pepper is an exciting drink, and not really meant for those of us who are more….stand-offish. Well perhaps we are not as stand-offish as we appear. Perhaps we are just a little apprehensive toward sharing ourselves. I mean really. How many times can we have our Dr. Pepper taken? Perhaps if the Dr. Pepper asked us questions we would tell it what it wanted to know. Why does the Dr. Pepper need to be chased? Why can the Dr. Pepper not try and buy me? Then maybe the Dr. Pepper can feel what its like, yes?
I am not saying I want to throw away Dr. Pepper just for good measure. No, no. I would love to sip from a can of sweet luxurious Dr. Pepper for as long as I can. I am looking for a beautiful can. The can does not really need to be in any specific design, as long as it is unique, I am not insinuating that looks matter much, but come on, to say they do not.. flashy colors….deep beautiful eyes….what? I mean a can that keeps cool longer…
Let assume you do get a can of sweet beautiful Dr. Pepper. What can you do? Well a lot of nothing really. Dr. Pepper does not much care about you, a person. To be frank, you have no redeeming qualities to really care about now do you? Dr. Pepper has a mind which cannot be understood. They do not allow you the joy. “Mm Stud, you’re so great, why don’t you have a can of Dr. Pepper?”
“Well because the last can I had took a dive for my lungs and pulled my innards out of my ass and now I sit along side the road waiting for someone to recognize me so that I can go back home and infect my arm with heroine so after I get arrested a doctor has to remove it with a small saw. Then as I seethe in my bed, I only dream of the last can I had, wanting more because it was great, and now all I have to show for it is the distress of wanting another can, but know that my one arm will just not cut it for them. They don’t want a one armed man who can’t entertain them and show them what the spate is. What can I offer that next can? Well, I have a few boxes of nothing and some bags of despondency in the cellar; does that do anything for you?"