Pag-inom Ng Kamatayan

I've become a tea person. I have nothing against coffee, but it's just so hard to prepare. All that measurement with teaspoons and the stirring. All that stirring.

With tea, all you have to do is drop the bag and wait. And after that, it's like watching grass grow. Only, not really, since the tea's not growing although it is still some kind of plant. A dead plant. Dead leaves spreading their mummified flavor, turning the water into a brown liquid like Manila Bay, and contaminating the air with the smell of their fermented decay.

So actually, watching a tea bag do its thing is the opposite of watching grass grow. It's like watching a National Geographic Special of death in action.

I bought a box of Earl Grey. I decided two years ago that this was my favorite tea when my Father brought home a big box of different kinds ot teas that I hadn't tried before.

It's fun watching the swirls of brown spread through the water and then lazily settle at the bottom of the cup, like a bunch of reanimated corpses who want five more minutes just being dead. You have to bob the teabag up and down so that the swirls of brown spread out.

Then you throw the ground tea leaf corpses wrapped in a shroud, which is the teabag. And you drink.

Drink the essence of a thousand ghostly leaves. Drink the brown swirls of decay. Drink tea.

Drink Death.