The story · 1984
The story of Garden Hose Gulp
No drink tasted like a Garden Hose Gulp on a July afternoon. The first blast had been baking in the sun all day and came out like tea, so you aimed it at your brother first. Then it turned ice cold, with a faint flavor of rubber and grass that nobody could ever reproduce indoors.
Kids could tell exactly whose house they were at by the taste of the hose, like tiny backyard water experts.





