Cheers. I welcome you back.

Hil,
It is amazing how incredibly long 3 and a half months have been. When it really is just a drop in the bucket of time. I've had bad days and worse days. When my eldest brother made that careless wager on going off Coke till my birthday, I said yes I can without giving it a thought. I can and I will . It didn't matter, what's the big deal. I'd prove them wrong. I'm not addicted. I'm not dependant. I don't need it. My closest family didn't believe in me. Nonsense, I got this. The first day, pocket change. Day 2 something was noticeably missing but I made it through. Day 3 came the headaches. Day 4 the sleep loss. Day 5 the nose bleeds. Day 6 the black outs. Day 7....It didn't matter what day it was. By then I had lost all concept of time. Coke is a choice, a choice to live. A choice to thrive. A choice to enjoy a meal, dinner ain't the same without an ice cold Coca Cola. Wanna go to a movie, not with out my good friend Coke. My family looked at it as self help, more like self destruction. But out of this black hole came the fact that I don't depend on Coke, I rely on it. It's a companion. A friend that's always good to have around. Fourteen hours to go and I can almost taste it. I plan on breaking my fast in great fashion. Where else but Pace's. Where THE Coke is born and delivered to me viva red cup. The rest of the day will be binging on the liquid that is my life blood. I can't wait to be reborn. Your friend, Ben

Words that could never be more true.