There are certain moments in my life where I decide briefly to quit bread and carbs and everything horrible, then I come across a craving like no other for the inevitable favorite: PIZZA. I become a monster. “ZA!!! I must have thee!”, I scream. Then the inner pizza daemons overtake my body and I turn into this unexpected Pizza Zombie, unconsciously on my way to the nearest pizza shop. Which is what happened to me last night around eleven o’clock; the pizza daemons awoke and the next thing you know I am shoving spinach artichoke pizza in my face like I have never tasted food in my damn life, and it’s all just a really glorious feeling. Yeah. Never give up on pizza.
(photo taken at Archie’s Pizza in Brooklyn)
