The Juice of the Jub-Jub Tree: Spec-fic

It was drinking the juice of the jub-jub tree that did him in, he would confide years later to anyone who would listen--and by that point, of course, it was everyone. It hadn't been like that way back when. Nobody had listened to him, not ever. After all, he was only a scrawny kid. What did he know? He was too dumb to tie down a proper line, too small to lift a decent weighter, and too agreeable to use as a scapegoat when things went wrong. He wasn't even cute enough to be a mascot. He was just the kid you were always tripping over when you were trying to do something else. That all changed the night that he drank the fruit of the jub-jub tree, though of course he wouldn't--

Inspiration: Mmm, juice. I'm really quite fond of it.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Eh. Mildly intriguing, but it would all depend on how it went from here. Like all other story ideas, then.