Tragedy

I've always been a loner. Never- Never went out much. But I liked going to Di Presa's Pizza House.

There was a young waitress there who used to go, uh, without a bra. This was years ago when they did that, you know? And she was very well-developed for her age. Just about gave me a heart attack. But I guess, to normal people, it was no big deal.

I used to go there every fricking night. She was very nice. I still rеmember her lеaning over my pizza, and... She had the nicest stuff.

Then, in, uh, 1995, I got the internet, and so I stopped going out so much... which I still don't do. And once, the owner of, uh, the Pizza House called my answering machine message and asked what the problem was, why I was never coming in. Well, I didn't pick up the phone.

And then, four years ago, I read in the local paper that this Di Presa's waitress, this very one, had died in a house fire. So now, when I order pizza for delivery from Domino's or Pizza Hut or whatever, I always get it with black olives, 'cause black is the color of grief.

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