I never, ever, ever get tired of pizza.
It is my 'stranded-on-a-desert-island-one-choice' food. So how great is it that there's a slice joint just over in the TCF skyway? Well, maybe not so great. I've got the nearing 40-year-old, male health concerns: watching the blood pressure, sodium and fat intake. Plus if you're black - like me - you bear the additional burden of the 'predisposition factors.'
Brothers don't live real long, relatively speaking. So any food pleasures we may enjoy ie: fried chicken, bacon, Fanta Red Pop, etc. will likely kill us before we're 55.
But sometimes, like today, you gotta just say if this greasy slice of pizza is going to kill me, then it was worth it.
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