Jay
Whenever I make a homemade pizza on a Saturday night I'm immediately brought back to my grandmother's house circa 1978.
Whenever I make a homemade pizza on a Saturday night I'm immediately brought back to my grandmother's house circa 1978.
After one look into his bloodshot eyes, I instantly regretted not tipping the pizza delivery boy in weed.
Delivering pizza became a life-affirming occupation the day the half-naked couple in their seventies opened the door, releasing billowing clouds of pot smoke and Jefferson Airplane into the atmosphere.
I went over to the counter to try on a pair of gorgeous glasses in front of the mirror, when I saw the reflection of my boyfriend kissing the pizza guy right behind me.