Contributed by Cass Melin
A hush overcomes the onlookers. The current drink
of the night, Snake Juice. Last one. “Bottoms up.” It
burns the throat, the face contorts, the stomach lurches
on impact. The crowd gasps. Stay down. In
through the nose out through the mouth, gulping air.
Second wave hits. Repeat, “Nose, mouth, gulp,
good.” The crowd erupts.
