Now this: I finally got a job. From ad agency to pizza parlor. Im a driver. I didnt realize how bad I was at first. A disaster. Its a wonder they didnt fire me...not finding the address, forgetting the salad. And again not finding the address. It went on and on. Im better now, and getting accepted by the crew -- even though Im two or three decades older than they are. And getting to know them. Wheres Tim? And again, later, on another occasion, wheres Tim. Trash talking big loud Gulf War One veteran, concerned father, former owner of a pizza place, number one employee -- both driver and cook...seems to know every address in our territory (After you turn off Perry, he tells me, its the first house on the second block on the left -- shes a Pontiac hillbilly whore but shell give you a good tip) and every aspect of the kitchen. He doesnt show up. Again. His house has no hot water. And so begins this account of a curious cast of characters, brought together by fate and the economy, as they navigate the surreal world of low wage America trying to make a buck, and pizza. The author, Greg Farnum has been a soldier, soil tester, factory worker, PR executive and yes, pizza delivery driver. He has also documented modern America in his unique fashion in books like The Event, The Celestial Railroad, Build Your Own Brain and Helping Hands of the Locust People.
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