So this is something you learn about Josh K: the fucker snarfs down pizza at speeds that you cannot possibly imagine. You think I am kidding or perhaps exaggerating; I am not.
Josh and I were at my friend Brian’s for a pizza-wine-and-movie bash and Josh hadn’t eaten that afternoon. When the pizza arrived Brian and I dug into the pizza casually and kept watching the movie. Brian and I looked over at the pizza box after we’d finished our first piece and—dear Jesus in Heaven—Josh had finished FOUR. Gone. Like a fucking Hoover.
Josh is great. So is pizza. But if you get the two of them in a room together, make sure to stake your claim on a slice first ‘cause there’s no guarantee you’ll see any of it otherwise.
