I’m breaking the vow by talking about it but…

A few friends and I were all doing drugs late one winter night and staying hydrated as responsible drug users sometimes do.

The cold had us all sniffly and hacking.

We spat into an empty water bottle.

Sweet Hank was at the computer picking the next jam and reached for what he thought was his water, took a swig, returned the swig, and said, “We’re just not gonna talk about that.”

Hank went to the bathroom, returned, and we continued, honoring Sweet Hank’s request.

I couldn’t tell you what went through his mind when the viscous liquid hit but he carried on like a champion.