One thing that is more addicting to me than anything else in the whole world is one tall glass of sweet tea. A few ice cubes rattling in excitement before plunging down my dry throat. Cold all the way down past my stomach, past my gut, and down, down, down till it touches even my soul. It seems to even set up the sky in a sunset or sunrise every time I drink just a sip of ice cold sweet tea. You can have your cancerous sodas, you can chug your electrifying energy drinks, and even wonderful water. But this one Missourian will always take one more glass of sweet tea.
