Drinking Mud

When I was five or six, a friend and I found a mud puddle in my driveway. 

No, we didn't have to look very hard.

We got into an argument about whether or not this little depression in the driveway was filled with chocolate milk or not. 

Not to ruin the end of the story, but it was not chocolate milk. 

Determined to settle this argument scientifically, I ran inside, and brought back a spoon. We took turns tasting the muddy water, until, after 10 or 15 sips, we decided it was water. I was never really convinced, though. I thought we had discovered an unending source of chocolate milk, and I wouldn't even have to ask my parents to help me stir the syrup* into the milk. 

* Bosco, mother fucker!

I'm certain that whatever kills me will be traced back to this incident.