It was the late eighties when I moved to Grand Rapids to attend School and take seriously, my culinary career. And except for the fact that I was eighteen and took nothing but MTV, video games, and smoking the Ganja seriously I think life turned out fine.

For whatever the reason in mid to late October my roommate (at the time) and best friend (still) Mike was heading home to Ohio, for a three day weekend. So, after dropping him off at the airport I thought to myself Self, I should go back to the apartment, order a pizza, and have a little party.

I ordered my pizza (Hawaiian style: pineapple, ham and bacon don’t knock it till you’ve tried it), dropped a cassette into the stereo, and lit up a doobie.

My evening was set. By dawn my plan was to finally beat “Super Mach...

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