Not Sponsored or How to not have cancer while partaking in the bell

Written by Allison Riechman-Bennett
Art by Allison Riechman-Bennett


Ethereal was the only way to describe what sat in the pit of my stomach. The hydrocodone made me sleepy and hungry and all I had ever asked for was a Crunchwrap Supreme. The same, with extra sour cream and extra nacho cheese and extra lettuce, I had when I performed a monthly breast exam to find a lump about the size of two Fiesta Potatoes. There were tears and doctors appointments and bills and late nights waiting and draining and 2 am runs for the Cheesy Gordita Crunch Box. There were deep deep dreams after a box or a crunch, where everything seemed to level out. I cleaned and bandaged, took my first bath, and drove myself to Taco Bell for the very first time.