Pizza guy was 20 minutes late, and when he finally got here, he rang the wrong fucking buzzer. If I hadn’t been so desperately hungry that I was staring out the window waiting for him to pull up, I might have missed him altogether.
I'm Sam, I live in Chicago with my girlfriend and cat. I went to film school and work as a freelance editor and occasional camera guy. I like writing but don't do it professionally (yet).
I also run a (lazily updated) blog dedicated to cataloguing humorous observations from survival-horror games called Looks Like A Lever.
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Pizza guy was 20 minutes late, and when he finally got here, he rang the wrong fucking buzzer. If I hadn’t been so desperately hungry that I was staring out the window waiting for him to pull up, I might have missed him altogether.