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Delivering: Consecutive Substack Story 1142

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Had to hold some shit together with vice grips and make hoses outta hoses from other places, but I got an old 78 Dodge van with a shamrock bubble window running good enough to deliver pizza for The Roman Terrace.

There were two delivery drivers: Me and a guy named Wesley Lapshear. Roma Terrace took orders from the whole west side.

Before Aldo Rybicki (“fuck you,” he would say “I’m Italian on my mom’s side) introduced me to Wesley he said, “Big Wes is six-four, three hundred pounds of fuck wax in an unlit virgin candle.”