Evolution Of A Man

when i was a little boy, during the weekends, you could always find me- quiet and content- in my room listening to music, dancing around and reading. that was until i heard the musical serenade of the neighborhood ice cream truck coming down the street. on those glorious occasions, i would scream excitedly, bust open my piggie bank, and bolt out the front door and into the street waving my arms and attracting the attention of the driver.

of all the delicious munchies available for purchase, my mind was always set on 2 things: strawberry sour powers and chili-cheese fritos. i’d get somewhere between 50 to 100 sour strings and 1 or 2 bags of fritos to last me the rest of the weekend. these moments were always the highlight of my day.

i was shooting the shit last night with a friend, and imagine my surprise when he mentioned craving doritos with chili and cheese. at the very mention of it, my eyes grew wider- reminiscent of my 12 year old self- and i was on board. we got to the store, and i practically ran to get my fritos, chili, and cheese. i was a bit disappointed that the store only had original fritos. i wanted my good ole chili fritos; but it was still all good.

at home we heated up the chili, poured it into the bag(s) of fritos, sprinkled some cheese over the top, gave it a quick mix, and went to work.

you know that feeling of total submission you get when you put something in your mouth that make your taste buds go crazy? yup… that’s where i was for the entire 2 bags of fritos. i couldn’t stop eating. every single bite hit a different nerve on my tongue and sent jolts of pleasure through my entire body. i was in heaven. i had just about forgotten this snack from my youth; and devouring those bags of chili-fritos sent me back to that care-free time of no responsibility, very few worries, and all the junk food my stomach could handle.

trust and believe i’m gonna start stocking up on fritos, chili and cheese! y’all should try it sometime. it’s seriously an orgasm in a bag!