The Domino’s man looked lonely.
The night of PEEPs Halloween, I made my way out of Old Kenyon and through the crowd of smoke and people into the mostly empty parking lot beside the building. I was still a little bit disoriented, my ears were ringing and my glasses were still fogged a bit, and in my efforts to try and find the direction of Middle Path from the back of Old K, I saw the glow of the Domino’s sign on top of a delivery car. I went up to the pizza guy, and I made sure that he wasn’t white. If he was, I would’ve completely abandoned this idea, but he wasn’t, so I soldiered on.