Today I was tired and a little distraught. I did something. A man came to my door. What happened next was a flurry and a blurr, but I was so hungry. It was hot and steemy. I felt so guilty as I bit in. The red stuff still warm as it gushed out, most making it into my mouth and some ending up in my beard. I was careful to wash away the evidence. The meat tasted so good. Maybe the best meat I had ever had. I was frustrated with how much I had to cut it, but maybe if it were cooked more I wouldn't have had to. It just felt right as it slipped down my throat. I even made my kids eat some. They were relucatant at first, but children will do almost anything they see their father doing. Man I love pizza.