Caffeine. Let’s talk about it. Back in college, I was pretty much addicted to caffeine. I rarely drank coffee, unless it was something fancy from Starbuck’s. My drug of choice was Coca Cola Classic, Coke, or as I liked to call it, “Coke hard.” Not that diet stuff. The syrupy good stuff. Trust me, a large Coke hard paired with some McDonald’s hash browns was the perfect cure to any hangover. Sorry Mom, but it is a fact. Oh, and can we talk about why a drink from a fast food place, a fountain drink, is always better than a soda poured at home. I think it must be the ice. Anyway, my addiction. There was one legendary night in which fueled by a giant Polar Pop filled with a mixture of Coke and Mountain Dew Code Red from the local BP, I stayed up all night creating a masterpiece of a paper about the shower scene in Psycho. Typing away in the basement of my supposedly haunted sorority house with my heart about to pound out of my chest, jumping at every little creak while having to re-watch the shower scene to catch every little symbolic moment was definitely …

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