WHY THIS TEXAN CAN’T QUIT DR PEPPER

WHY THIS TEXAN CAN’T QUIT DR PEPPER — AND NEVER WILL!

Alright, I’ll admit it. I’m a full-grown man, mortgage and all, but hand me an ice-cold Dr Pepper on a scorching Texas afternoon and I’ll smile like a kid on Christmas. There’s just something magical about that 23-flavor blend of fizzy perfection. It’s not just a drink. It’s a way of life, especially down here in the Lone Star State.

Born and raised in Texas, I’ve been sipping the good stuff since before I could spell “carbonated”. While other folks were chasing after Coke or sweet tea, I knew from the first sip that Dr Pepper had my heart. Smooth, sweet, slightly spicy and with a kick that says, “Yeah, I’m different”. Let’s not forget, it was born in Waco, Texas in 1885. That’s homegrown pride in a bottle, partner.

There’s a Dr Pepper Museum for a reason, folks. This isn’t just a soda. It’s Texas heritage, in liquid form. Backyard BBQ? Dr Pepper. Long road trip? Dr Pepper. Bad day at work? You guessed it, Dr Pepper.

Some say I’m obsessed. My fridge is stocked like a convenience store and I even have the vintage merch to prove my loyalty. Judge all you want, but until you’ve cracked open an ice-cold Dr Pepper on a 100-degree August day in Texas, you haven’t truly lived.

Forget sweet tea. This Texan’s blood runs fizzy, bold and unmistakably Dr Pepper. Pass me another.