Tag: The Devil’s Cup

The Devil’s Cup is the name of The Deranged Writer’s favorite highball cocktail, Jack & Coke Zero (a mix of Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey and Coke Zero, on the rocks). He got the name while he was drinking the cocktail, and he heard this line from Britney Spears’ “Toxic”: “I took a sip from my devil’s cup.” The name stuck ever since.

Song of the Moment LXXXIII: Maroon 5’s “Back at Your Door”

Since last Saturday night, I have been listening to Maroon 5’s “Back at Your Door” (the final song from the band’s second studio album It Won’t Be Soon Before Long) on repeat, and it looks like it’s turning into my favorite Maroon 5 song over “Makes Me Wonder” because of the mental and emotional pain I have lately. The jazz-flavored ballad is so full of regret and yearning, and in my humble opinion, it also presents Adam Levine’s best vocal performance.

An audio of Maroon 5’s “Back at Your Door”.


Listening to “Back at Your Door” last Saturday night kept me sane when my family was out of town and I was alone with my thoughts and my favorite Jack & Coke Zero. And what is the most painful part of the song—but I always go back to it? It’s this:

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

No need to cry about it
I may just die without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Maroon 5’s “Back at Your Door”

See you in the next post.

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Header image: Juan Pablo Serrano of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.

10-Minute Warning II

Okay. So, what can I type in ten minutes after drinking 6 highball glasses of Jack and Coke in under an hour?

It has been years since my last serious relationship, and I want to say this on The Diary: I don’t deserve a breakup email. I may have made mistakes, and any form of breakup is awful, but come on. A breakup email? Fuck that shit.

In other news, why did I drink six glasses of Jack and Coke tonight? Because I want to. Since 2022, I promised to drink my favorite Jack and Coke every week, but I only drank four glasses last January. Last week I drank four glasses, and tonight I drank six. So, that’s ten glasses of Jack and Coke this February. My therapist will kill me because of the more-than-a-fuckload consumption of my favorite drink. But come on. Let me live a little.

Speaking of my therapist, my last session was last July 2022. Is the date of my last session a sign of progress? Some of my friends think so. But I think it’s weird. Almost seven months? I should check up on my therapist via email. Soon. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I’m so drunk as hell right now.

And time’s up.

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Image header: Marcin Dampc of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.

Updated on September 7, 2025 and January 30, 2026 for clarity.