Victor “Kool A.D.” Vazquez: As a kid, I lived by a KFC in Hunters Point [San Francisco] that turned into a combination Taco Bell–KFC, I think, first, and then a combination Pizza Hut–Taco Bell–KFC after that, and I had always kind of tripped off it. It was kinda funny and bleak, like this manic, weirdly desperate-feeling late-capitalist lumping of brands, like a NASCAR logo collage vibe—that classic hollow American illusion of choice camouflaging a bland, toxic, junky, monolithic corporatism, a kind of P.T. Barnum snake-oil vibe, like, “Whatchu need, we got pizza we got tacos,” and finding yourself there in that no man’s land of empty promises, being stuck there, and kind of throwing up your hands like “Fuck it—we out here, I guess.”