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To be honest, I'm slightly afraid of them.

But, alas, how I can recollect the memory of my very first energy drink. Now that I think about it, I can't believe that a high school permitted the sale of energy drinks to students between the ages of 14 through 18. That aside, my very first drink was a Rockstar. All the kids were drinking them and, though I initially disagreed, the bandwagon syndrome got to me and my curiosity prompted me to take out my wallet and pay. There I was, cold can at hand, wondering what the experience would be like. I had eaten beforehand, after hearing rumors that Rockstars caused uncontrollable gas if taken on an empty stomach.

And so I drank it, expecting to be wide awake and active for the rest of the day. Either that, or I thought I'd be super gassy. I took the risk.

All I ended up becoming, however, was tired. And short of $3.50.

My lips have never touched an energy drink since then. Personally, I don't believe in them--definitely not in Rockstars, anyway. While looking at these tiny bottles of 5-hour energy drinks, however, the fear began to return. The amount of energy promised to be generated into a tiny little bottle is unfathomable.

How much power and potency could be promised in that small container? What elixir! What poison! What energy drink!

Yet, if all I end up becoming is tired, then I'd much rather turn to the simpler energizers: candy and juice. When given the option, I choose risking diabetes over a sudden crash within the same day as an energy drink intake. Go figure.