There’s so much good that comes from Coachella, from the spirit of communal music consumption to the memories—oh the memories. But the problem with the experience is that you always return sick. And it’s not just feeling like a run-down dog; it’s that horrible, terrible, no-good cough dubbed, appropriately, “Coachella cough”—thanks to the insane amount of dust and dirt inhaled in the desert. You end up wheezing as pitifully as Ben Stiller’s character in Zoolander, when he comp...
There’s so much good that comes from Coachella, from the spirit of communal music consumption to the memories—oh the memories. But the problem with the experience is that you always return sick. And it’s not just feeling like a run-down dog; it’s that horrible, terrible, no-good cough dubbed, appropriately, “Coachella cough”—thanks to the insane amount of dust and dirt inhaled in the desert. You end up wheezing as pitifully as Ben Stiller’s character in Zoolander, when he comp...
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