Magic in My Mug

<p>It just tasted like funky grape juice. It had a sharp little bite, for a bite-sized person.</p> <p>This was way before I knew what fermentation was, and a lifetime before my body trembled for a tall Tito&rsquo;s with a splash of soda.</p> <p>There was no &ldquo;nectar-from-the-gods,&rdquo; physiological eureka moment &mdash; as I&rsquo;ve heard others in recovery say.</p> <p>But I knew just enough to be dangerous: I knew it could transform me into someone else.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/invisible-illness/magic-in-my-mug-992aab402bf8"><strong>Visit Now</strong></a></p>
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