Yes

As I started walking away from the bar, without any specific destination in mind, I expected my buzz to slowly start fading. Unfortunately, as I moved down the strip, my haze grew thicker as more of the **** circulated my system. The neon pizza sign I passed hurt my eyes, but I had to get something in my stomach.

I stumbled through the door and inhaled the glorious scent of grease and tomato sauce, sighing in contentment. There were only a few customers there, none of whom took notice of me as I swayed towards the counter to order. The large Indian looking man behind the counter offered me a slanted grin as he asked, “having a night are we friend?”

I laughed at the man and his gravelly voice. Replying with a slur even my drunk mind recognized, “yezzir I wath. Had to grab a bite though you know?” He nodded his head and chuckled slightly at my clear intoxication, probably used to it at the 24 hour pizza place next to a bar. I stared up at the menu, put out using those sticker letters above the counter. My vision was less than perfect at this point, so I had to squint to try and see it. When this too failed I asked the man for two slices of plain rather than continuing my struggles.

Thankfully, the pizza was already prepared, having anticipated having many drunk customers soon I assumed, so I was able to pay and promptly leave.

Now with greasy goodness in hand, I was able to keep a smile on my face as the warm pizza danced on my tongue. In the back of my mind I knew this wasn’t good pizza, but to my drunk tongue, it was heaven on earth.

I quickly wolfed down the first slice and moved onto the second, moaning in satisfaction as I wandered the streets, gazing into every window. I passed closed stores, banks, ice cream shops and many others in my travels. As I finished my second slice, I came across a dollar store that was still open and went to take a look...