Jungle Juice Fruit Punch

Along the I-95 in South Carolina there is a little oasis of wonder, Well wonder and racism. I'm talking about the famous tourist trap South of the Border. If you've ever driven on the 95 you've more than likely seen the hundreds of billboards for this rest stop of stereotypes. It's really pretty terrible. I can't believe there haven't been protests of some sort. Our Christian (our drummer for this tour) may have been the first person of actual Mexican descent that any of the employees had ever seen. I wonder if they thought he was one of the many statues around the area come to life. You know to seek revenge for the generalization of his people.

I found this carton of juice in a cooler in a "pantry" there. It looks like the crappiest juice I can ever imagine. This looks like sub prison grade juice. I don't know if I trust any sort of beverage that comes in a little carton like this. It looks like I bought it out of some weird olde timey vending machine on the side of a country road. It actually expires this week, so I wonder how long it's been sitting at south of the border surrounded by ponchos, sombreros and over-sized mustaches. I was told that I would be lucky if I don't acquire some sort of parasite from it.

Shockingly it's not all that bad. I expected it to be ultra thick like Hawaiian Punch, but it's fairly thin. It also has actual juice in it, which is kind of blowing my mind grapes. It's not a high quality juice, but what do you expect form a $.70 carton. It tastes like a generic fruit punch, but you can tell it has some real fruit juice, and not all sugar water. All an all I don't mind it. It's much better than the Sunny D the hotel tried to pawn off as orange juice this morning. That is just completely unacceptable. Now I should probably ride the giant sombrero and call it a day.