Years falling back in order to remember. Boston, my aunt Jennie picked me up in what I recall to be a K car. We went to her appartment, put on music and talked for a while. A small but interesting place. She let let me look over some of her cool old comics, odd and neat. Later she offered me something to drink. Tap water? Juice? Big blue? "I found it in the vending machine at work (the post office)." Pure deep blue, simple generic label. It knows full well that it is a combination of sugar, water, coloring, and definitely some unlisted cancerous agents. A no bullshit type of drink, qualities I would later find in Orlando Sun.