Chronicles of a Late Bloomer

You know it’s bad when the only image you can find to describe the scene is “needle to a vein” and all it involves is you, a super-duper-sized milkshake, and the slow-drip way you are sucking that thick, sweet, chocolatey goodness straight down your throat. Straight. Down. Your. Throat. Like, without even letting it touch your tongue. For forty-five minutes. Curled up in the corner of the couch.

Needle to a vein.