2.18 Father (1)

After hyping myself up, getting emotionally ready for the taste to be as bad as the smell, I threw back the flask and drank as fast as I could. I got it in my mind that if I did it really fast, I wouldn’t have to taste it for very long. Man, was I wrong.

The liquid coated my mouth, leaving this slimy residue, like the way toothpaste feels in your mouth after brushing your teeth. I wish it tasted like toothpaste too. It tasted like moldy, sour milk and dirty. It left an earthy rotten aftertaste in my mouth that just wouldn’t go away, no matter how much I swallowed, coughed or gagged.

“What the hell is in this?!” I asked as I tried wiping the taste from my tongue.

“You got a little somethin’ right here,” Jamie pointed to his top teeth, then ran his tongue over them, so I would do the same.

“I got this shit everywhere,” I groaned. “I need water.”

“No water. It will dilute the blueleaf and lion’s whiskers.”

“Lion’s whiskers?” I gaped at Driana. “How the hell did you get lion’s whiskers?”