He was obsessed with June Gibbons, and, to a lesser
extent Jennifer, her sister.
He hated himself for his own extreme
and ill-informed dislike for soda, especially and specifically pepsi.
This however he could and easily did blame on his mother who loved
coca-cola. She believed it lessened the severity of her often extreme and
chronic migraine headaches, and thus was a vehement defender
of big red in the cola wars. Growing up there were cases upon
case of the stuff lined in the pantry and the garage, his school bag
was monitored regularly when he got home from school for
any enemy contraband and he began, at an early age, to police his
own cola buying behaviors going so far as to convince himself
he hated cream soda and root beer (both of which in reality gave him
endless pleasure).
It wasn't until his second year out of college that he
began to wonder if he was indeed missing out on the thick malt brown stuff.
Maybe he thought, mother was hiding something from me. She'd made it
impossible to retrieve this book. He considered this aloud at times as he paced
in his studio apartment in whichever city he was working in at the time. It was
smart to keep moving of course. And he thought, why are there no pdfs online?
and if the book couldn't be found couldn't he just go down to the corner store
and buy one? but it seemed just too awfully difficult.
If he bought one he would
have to drink it and he couldn't imagine that. He really didn't like pepsi-cola.
But what about the cola wars, someone had to have won. It was in that song that
he found the answer. It was unlikely he'd have ever heard it or would ever hear it
if it wasn't played in that commercial he had caught while walking past the tv display
at SEARS for his car had no radio and the letter that arrived in the mail yesterday came
special delivery overnight to inform him that his internet bill was now six months overdue.
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