It's a miracle i have ANY condiments. at all.
they magically moved here, in this current manifestation.
they weren't mine to begin with, so why are they here?
each has their own story...

TABASCO
what the hell are you doing here?
clear glass filled with water fire red
label missing, except the neck
that's exactly what you are. hell. for my stomach.
so why are you here?

like most of the other condiments, it is here by proxy.
the person i lived with is the consumer of these products.
not me.

so why are they here?

i have so many memories of previous memories with tabasco
hot sauces in general. but tabasco especially.

new orleans 94
unsupervised and free to roam
corner souvenir store
the smell of vinegar and tomato paste
and the biggest bottle i'd ever see
full of the mythical hot sauce

that smell still makes me want to run