The Stories of Lost Souls

The Root Beer Incident

   I stood in my kitchen, we had recently bought some root beer. One of my favorite sodas. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle contentedly. I walked a short distance to the drawer where a bottle opener sat. I grabbed it and placed it on the cap. I put a small amount of force, and knew I could stop when I heard that satisfying pop of the trapped air being released from the bottle. I set down the bottle opener and went to my room where I could drink the sweet carbonated beverage. As I sat down I took out my IPad where I was texting my friend. We like to make jokes together so I decided to send her a funny video. I decided to make the brand of this root beer, which was called "Dad's Root Beer", part of the joke. I wanted to call it 'Daddy's Root Beer" rather than it's original name. Due to the sexual undertones of the word 'Daddy' I figured that would be funny. As a propped the IPad on my lap, I grabbed the root bear with the other hand. I had to leave one hand free so I could hit the record button when I started and ended the video. But little did I know that that would be the end of my humanity.

   For when I started that video I didn't know I would lose balance and......it happened. I started the video, everything was fine as I said my intended lines "Dad's Root Beer? More like Daddy's Root Beer". I took a swig at the end of me saying those damned words. I did it too fast and I was holding the IPad with the video still recording. My hand slipped and instead of the root beer going into my mouth as intended, it went........up my nose. I quickly pulled the bottle away so no more would get in my nose, but that made the carbonated drink fizz up even more and it got all over shirt, face, and bed. I presses the record button so the video would stop. I looked at what happened....and my mind went back.......back to a time when I lost my innocence in the Vietnam War. When I shot a 6 year old child, whose blood got everywhere. Much like this root beer is right now. As it soaked into my shirt and bed sheets, my nose started burning and I sneezed. I got even more on my bed and shirt. As tears formed in my eyes I remembered the task at hand and I sent that loathsome video. I little bit of me died that day, a bit of me I will never get back. And that is my love of root beer.

-Anonymous