I was in the most tender of states today, mostly because some asshole forced a ton of booze into my stomach last night. I’m pretty sure that asshole might have been me, but to be fair, the what details remain really leave a lot to the unknown. While I can’t take much comfort in that idea, I did find that I could take some comfort in a couple slices of mushroom sicilian pizza from Bostone. It was like a plump, greasy pillow for my internal unrest to really cozy up with, making a difficult life just a little bit easier.