I was working at a mom and pop pizza place in the southwest
side of the city in the summer of ‘09. Like most pizza joints this one closed
really late and I was usually stuck there all weekend long working more than
living. On a Saturday night in June, the boss came over to me and said, “Go
home man, you work too hard.” Didn’t have to tell me twice. I was out there so
fast I almost forgot to take off my apron. Got my bag and jumped on my bike and
rode off.
