I can’t handle as much coffee as I might have once been able to. I can recall the late nights in my high school days where we used to have a blast drinking crappy gas station cappuccino just for the sake of the immense rush that would come after sucking down a few cups. At the same time, Dr. Pepper was my buddy. During the study hall hour, I might get a can an a rice krispy bar out of the vending machine. More than likely, that was my lunch for the day. Not the oddly healthy type of person that I find myself today, but my tolerance to caffeine used to be tremendous. I was an addict. It fueled my soul.
Chai tea is my addiction these days. I don’t really mind what major, global chain it comes from. It’s yummy. If I’m not careful, it could rival the “Pepper.” Granted I’ve had my fair share of loves and major cravings that have been shed over the many years, but my enjoyment of coffee is more than likely here to stay. Chai is my treat.