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Pizza has to be the most perfect food in the entirety of the universe. Any dimension. The dough, the sauce, the cheese, the toppings-particularly pepperoni. It all comes together in one incredible food that goes with anything, can be modified for anyone’s tastes, and is perfect for any occasion or meal. It can make up for a whole lot on a really crappy day. Mine was the crappiest. The pizza, while not the best pizza I had ever had (that would be Joe’s, God/Goddess rest his soul), right then I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world. In the ten minute drive back to my apartment I must have downed half of it with my boss looking on from the other side of the limo, smiling benignly. Liar. Yes, a smile can lie. Mr. Harris was many things, but benign was not one of them.

I dived out of the limo, maybe mumbling a goodbye, I’m not sure. My head was starting to buzz being confined with the boss-man. There was way too much going on around him for me to be anywhere near him and be sober. Too bad I had to work with him regardless. However, by unspoken agreement, I did not have to do it sober unless required. I just couldn’t be completely wasted either.

I went up my steps to my door as quickly as my throbbing foot would allow, shoving the key in before I realized I hadn’t locked. Locked doors are stupid in my world. Anything that wanted in was going to get in, and a locked door wouldn’t even slow them down. Might make them smile whimsically at the naivete of the world, but not slow them down. I went through and managed to avoid the broken glass that still littered various parts of my world. I had forgotten about the lamp I had knocked over. Would take me awhile to get this place cleaned up, but for now I was concerned about one thing and one thing only. My bong, still tipped over on the couch.

Thankfully its beautiful blue glass remained unbroken and after about fifteen minutes of quality time, I was ready to go to work. I didn’t bother to clean anything up in the apartment except for me. I showered and made myself up more than usual for work, but I had just spent way too much time with my ex as well as my boss to be feeling anything but crappy. A little make-up, a new skirt and top, some footwear not covered in blood and zombie goo and I was ready for anything. Almost anything. Okay, not anything, but ready for work.