You know those were magic tricks. Not really what happens from energy drinks
No. I am totally ignorant of that. I believed the video to be true. Maybe I should do my own experiments. Not by drinking it, experimentation. I might end up with mutated organs.
I spent a day working with a guy who was taking a can every hour. He was sweating uncontrollably, but of course the caffeine, B12 and only God knows what in the beverage, kept him focussed like an arrow to its target.
But, the downside of being so jolted for so long, must be a monumental collapse. I fear its negative side effects on Mr. Junior. It might then require an erection drug to compensate. The vicious circle has been entered into where one is balancing chemicals.
Chain coffee and tea drinking with cigarettes was and is a lifestyle of some of the older generation, and I am talking about 10 to 15 cups of coffee a day. My parents were of that ilk and the friends and neighbors around us grazed on those substances from sunrise to sunset.
My father was a manual laborer. He could fix or build anything. I spent a summer with him building a huge field rock retaining wall every night after he finished his day job, stripping metal by hand with a straight-edge as a machine rebuilder. Under the hot sun, he would chug quarts and quarts and quarts of iced coffee prepared by my mother and he would yell up to her to keep em coming, as he dug a four foot foundatin and moved bolders weighing hundreds of pounds.
Those World War 2 vets were studs. I grew up around those men in machine shops. They had awesome mature power like old mules. You didn't get in their way. They were fearless. In his 70's my father dismantled some young thugs with weapons as they attempted to roll him. There were two of them working in tandem. The old Marine knocked one unconscious with a right cross, and the other one fled for his life. (guys in their twenties)
Following that, my father went to his Dunkin' Donuts hangout for coffee and laughed with his WW2 vet friends about the fun he just had taking care of the punks. That was child's play for Marines that fought their way through the jungles, ravaged by malaria, starving and fighting sometimes hand to hand combat.
The man had but two pleasures in life, coffee and the New York Yankees.
Love you, Dad. "Semper fi." (I notice tears welling up)