There’s something entirely surreal about Taco Bell. It’s like rental food. You eat it, you’re full, it tastes good, you’re satisfied… and then whatever you just ate transmutes into something… else. I can’t figure out what it is, but after a couple of hours, the lump that sits placidly unmoving in your stomach becomes a dangerous toxic substance. Naturally, your body’s reaction is to remove said toxic substance from itself. This is generally an uncomfortable and entirely unsatisfying experience… and yet somehow, there is a point in time where, knowing the consequences, you simply must have taco bell. It was the Taco Bell express we had down the hall from us in college that did me in… the addiction was set, and sometimes I need those cinnamon twists, a soft taco and that hot sauce… And I always pay for it.