The color green comes to mind, in more ways than one, when I deliver pizza to these customers. I pull up to the house and begin to walk towards the steps. The shades are pulled down shut and the smell of marijuana is creeping through every crack of the door. Proceeding my knock, I hear shuffling, and several people inside saying “aw man” “shhh” “who is it?” followed by laughter. Now, my automatic response, “It is the pizza guy”. The door opens and a man over average height opens the door with a joint in his hand. The living room comes into focus and it feels as if I had stepped back into the 1960’s, men and women filled with misconceptions and black holes. The walls are covered in fuzzy glow posters, beaded entry ways. I reply, “The pizza is sixteen dollars.” He hands me a twenty dollar bill and says, “Keep the change.” While I am walking away I hear cackling hyenas tear into the pizza as if it is their last meal.
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