knee water

On a trip upstate, my brother and I shared stories and drank cans of soda. I had injured my knee the previous week and was treating it with a zip lock bag full of ice. Preferring the numbing effect of not using a towel, I pressed the bag directly on my skin for twenty minutes at a time. The side effect was that the ice melted quickly and the bag became increasingly full of water. To alleviate this problem, I asked my brother if he was done with his soda. He was, and into the soda can my knee water went. An hour later the instinct to drink made Brett reach for the can and shake it to see if there was anything left. There was, and he took a swig. With his jaw extended and a pool of water resting below his tongue he uttered “…rut da fuck?” I replied, “Did you just drink that water?” Brett lowered the window and spat with all his might. “Was that your fuckin knee water!?”