Resumption a Great Success

Upon the re-arrival to this web address, I find myself bolstered and "at large." This may be in part due to the wonderful night of sleep I received last night after turning on the window a/c unit and cuddling over a fresh set of sheets. As I drifted away I thought of myself smelling the air in a crowded Holiday Inn Express somewhere, maybe somewhere in the Midwest.

And as I entered this restful state,
my mind grew lazy from rain.
And it swung from the backyard tree
enforcing not once the right thing.

(This post is the first in Nate's New explosive series called "EXPERIMENTAL BLOGGIN!")

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May the Blogging Resume

I decided to start "blogging" again. Blogging seems to just be getting cooler and cooler as time goes on so I am now determined to blog everyday for one month. The posts shall vary in length and content but I can assure you that they will be a great read for the whole family.

With that said, we are going to start with strange tales from the life of a pizza delivery boy or just pizzaboy. The current economic downturn (I guess that's what they're calling it now) has made it especially difficult for a recent college graduate to "get paid" as it were, so I resorted to slangin' pies if you will, so I could pay for food, which in turn keeps me alive.

I was minding my own business, dropping off a single medium pizza to apartments on Oakland and Sycamore, when I got heckled. I didn't realize this was possible until I delivered pizzas. People definitely heckle sometimes. This woman yelled at me, "I know that ain't no pizza up in that box?" I responded, "actually it is." She then yelled back, " Whoever ordered that pizza needs to get their ass kicked. That ain't no pizza, that looks like a snack."

I ignored this strange person and delivered my pizza. I got back in the car and thought, "She's kinda right I guess."