I lost my job and began a very destructive months-long drinking and eating binge that ended with me nearly 450 pounds and homeless. These food binges included up to ten beefy crunch burritos a day. I fucking loved them. From opening them up to squeeze the perfect amount of Fire sauce to that first crunchy bite – they were my life’s only joy. I even kept some refrigerated in case I got hit with a craving when Taco Bell was closed. I didn’t even care that the fritos lost their crunch. It was still soggy comfort. So the BCB binges continued unchecked until my savings became thoroughly depleted, and I had to make some decisions. I did try to cut down on Taco Bell but realized I couldn’t bear life without it so I made cuts elsewhere. I ended up falling behind on my car payment, so my Dad began giving me what I needed to catch up and to stay current. Instead of using his funds on my car payment, I spent it on Taco Bell and alcohol. I ended up losing my car to repossession. Other bad things subsequently followed and I ended up evicted and had to move back in with my parents. So, thanks a lot, fucking Beefy Crunch Burrito. You ruined my life.