Most of the time, when Iām mad about something, Iāll think back on it months later and be like āwait why did I even care about that?ā We should collectively all try that with Winter. The air smells so fucking good. Like where is that mystery campfire coming from?? I feel like every time I step outside and take a breath, I level up. I get that you think you donāt like the cold. It took me a while to understand that āacquired tasteā means a taste that I can STILL acquire. Now when I donāt like food, I just eat it until I do. This January, when your unadjustable New York apartment heat is cranked so high that you can smell the lead paint melting off the walls, take a step outside onto your stoop for a breath of that crispy ass chimney-scented air, and remember DBG sent you there.