When I was growing up, I used to visit my grandparents in New Brunswick (note: je ne suis pas fucking Acadien) at least once every summer. And for whatever reason, my grandmother thought I liked to drink those Hi-C juice boxes, specifically the Ghostbusters-inspired flavour Ecto Cooler with a giant caricature of Slimer on the front. Actually what I liked about it was that, even at the tender age of ten, I knew that it mixed well with my grandfather’s Stolichnaya that I was able to sneak away while my grandparents were busy watching Jeopardy! and eating Le Riopelle de l’Isle cheese and crackers.
And then sometimes I’d get totally fucked up on bourbon, smoke a Cuban cigar and watch 3-2-1 Contact on their illegal satellite descrambler.
My point is, Electrolemonade tastes exactly like that, my childhood alcoholism.
Brian-Michel is/est:
