stories from howie, hungry's:

i made dough today. that machine is incredible, mixing flour and water in 99.9 seconds to make an enormous amount of dough that will later be cooked for pizza. technology. the day was slow. i had other things on the mind. then i had some deliveries.
thought i had a flat tire, its rush hour, forgot where i was going, left a two liter of coke at the store, go back get it, still rush hour, still can't find the secret house, its raining really hard, people are driving slow, there are about 10 more pizzas waiting to be delivered and its taking me forever to deliver these two fucking pizzas in my car, is there something wrong with my clutch? i hate this job, i should just drive home and eat these pizzas and never go back to work there--ever, music doesn't even ease the tension--turn it off (i'm sorry), turn around, thought i had a flat tire (again), found the house, i bet the other drivers think i'm horrible, next house if it exists, grand rapids? i'm starting to wonder if this town is real or if its like metropolis (which isn't even a real city in the united states of america) or if its is a shifting movie set. or if i just wish my life was a film. it (grand rapids) changes every day, i swear.
the day slowed down and i chilled out. sauce called me at work. chatting with friends who have been around for a long time which means they are real is favorite past time of mine. i hung up the phone (exhale, i felt so much better after that) and wished upon a star that i could be more like him in hundreds of different ways.