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I could have been a pizza man... the wind blowing in my hair as I rush in my 85' fiero to deliver cheesy thin crust goodness to you. Just make the call and sure enough I would be there - and in thirty minutes or less, you can be sure of that...

The pounding sound of my audio tape player, the feel of my stylish fuzzy steering wheel cover, and the smell of hot cheese and tomatoes that would fill my ride as I make my way to you. I would brush aside any papers or small plastic objects that get in the way so you could rest assured - your pizza will always ride shotgun with me.

And at the end of the night I would ride off into the sunrise with tips in hand and a gas tank half full. Like a fireman that has saved the day - I have rescued you from hunger. And with a job well done I could reap the sweet nectar of success. Tossing my visor to the back seat and releasing myself from the confines of a uniform I would be a man transformed as I grab my surfboard from the roof rack and get lost with my friends in the deep blue abandon knowing... that the time between now and our next front porch dance was all mine.