Taco Bell’s Wrath of Hell! ©

The story — in my words

I wrote this one after a particularly desperate midnight run in my mom’s old Honda Civic. There is a specific kind of spiritual crisis that happens when you’re staring at those glowing menu walls, digging for dimes in the seat cushions just to cover a five-dollar total. I wanted to treat the drive-thru like a battlefield, where the stakes aren't just hunger, but your very soul—and your colon. We cut this track with a heavy, driving rhythm to match that feeling of a trembling stomach and the high-speed escape into the night. It’s a tribute to everyone who has ever stared down the plastic bag of burning hot treasure and known they were about to make a terrible, delicious mistake.