no need for sleep

Oh the sweet sweet taste of monster energy. The sound of a cold can cracking open in a 7-11 parking lot. The artificial sweetness that hits your nose before chugging it all down in desperation to stay awake. Then 1 can becomes 2, then 3 cans becomes 5, then your heart starts pounding. Is it a lust for the taste, the adrenaline rush that comes from ungodly amount of caffine, or the hallucinations your seeing from fighting off your drowsiness for 72 hours?