Hot Cheetos

I remember driving through the winding roads of the Washington mountains and Oregon hills, the smell of oak and cedar trees filling my senses and a giddiness in my stomach, a relief. A relief only brought by the freedom of the open road.

Performing at the Great American Music Hall on Thursday Aug. 16, Clairo fell prey to the overrated hipster culture of 2018.

When I tried hot Cheeto ice cream, at first, I felt nothing. "Huh," I said out loud before promptly choking as the spice hit me. And oh, did it hit me.

Therefore, it perplexed me when I arrived back in SoCal, after months of this bland food, with a hankering for the hot, heated, hell of spicy foods.