Pizza Man

Pizza ManI Was Working at this grease pit on Broadway up near 110th, Leontonio's, basically a take-out joint, four tables, smoke-stained graphics of baseball players on the walls and a skinhead cleanup guy named Curt who had green teeth and once wore a T-shirt for two weeks straight that read Death to Mammals. Business, as you might suspect, was often slow, and it was dead slow in the afternoons after lunch. So whenever a woman, a girl, anything approximately female, came in during those slow ti...