Once upon a time when I was a young teenager I used to sleep over at my best friends house, and in the room in her house for sleepovers was a huge 1950’s coke poster hanging right where we slept.
It haunted my dreams and gave me nightmares. I thought he was going to crawl out of the poster and strangle me in my sleep for not drinking a god damn coke RIGHT on the spot. My friend would sometimes whisper in an eerie voice "Have a coke, or I’ll kill you." And FUCKINGND I hated it. The more I stared at the ad the more it looked like a threat to me.
Now that I’m 23, I finally mustered the balls to fix it. …. I would love a coke, Jack. Thank you. And bless rise of the guardians and their version of Jack Frost. I hope maybe, JUST MAYBE — if I go over to her house again and sleep there I can gaze at this instead. theend