After school I stopped at the local ghetto Chinese restaurant and ordered a large fries with hot sauce and ketchup.  I being vegan didn’t order the traditional chicken wings. 

The smell of hot fried foods with the unique mix of hot sauce and ketchup will always take me back to 6th grade, and pimples, and soul crushing menstrual cramps that probably would’ve gone away if I didn’t delight in fries with hot sauce & ketchup everyday. 

To this day the aroma of ketchup & hot sauce can stop me in my tracks. Even in the subway, a kid going to town on ghetto Chinese in a black plastic bag (like the kid above) will take me back in the day when I was young.