So my dad got his arm crushed by a truck, and found himself in a hospital. In the bed next to him was a guy who was dying. It was kidney failure or something, and his kids would drop by from time to time. He'd ask for 7-up, and they'd offer him Sprite.
"Nah, man, I want 7-up. I'm old school."
The guy's kids come to visit him after a few days, and it's time for my dad to be released. They say goodbye, and my dad tells him to beat "that thing." Whatever that thing is, I'm pretty sure that there was no beating it. Not for him.
A bit later my dad walks back in the room with a case of 7-up.
"I'm old school too."
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