Hi-Biscus!

I figured I would pick up some fizzy water. Normally I’d do what I usually do; usually I’d make my normal choice. It’s the usual choice of most of my friends and acquaintances as well, if what I’m offered in their homes is any indication. It’s the pamplemousse, whose popularity as a fizzy water flavor can possibly be attributed to how dang much fun it is to say grapefruit in French. Anyway, this time I bought another flavor instead. Beneath the fragile veneer of civilization there is in my soul something savage and untameable, a wildness that sometimes frightens me.