You know when you go to a late-night hole-in-the-wall pizza joint so many God damned times, at any hour of the day or night, you can get a 'Za, on fuckin spot? No? Huh. It's called a reputation, in case you didn't know.
Chito's, located in the 48 hours-a-day Carnival that is Lansdowne and Bloor, A.K.A. "Junction," has got mad deals on pizza, and has one motherfuckin huge log of greasy-ass Shwarma meat on a spike for all the resident psychos to see in the window. $10 bucks for a large pizza? $11 for a X-large? Open late? It's like Heaven, in Hell.
The place is small, but if you stand outside of this place for five minutes, you can see at least one of every form of life walk by, and give Migael, the fuckin man when it comes to spinning pie, the "signal," or the "YoWhatsup?"
Maybe you never find yourself in Junction, probably cuz it is literally crawling with the crazies, but if you did, even by accident, get your ass to Chito's and get fed. What? Don't believe me?
YABEDAAXSMBDY, STR8 ^
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