Delivery

Sadness Supreme.

That's my usual pizza.

Well, the one that arrives at my door

Most of time.

It's in a box.

I can smell it from ages away.

And I can see the guy at the door waiting to be paid.

He's young.

Only a few years older than me.

Has really bad acne.

Dirty blonde hair.

Goofy smile.

I give him the exact amount.
Then I say
"Would you like a tip?"
"Yes, I would like one very much"

I reach behind me for the leather

belt

and take it off.

I wrap it around his neck.

And tighten it.

Just before he dies

I whisper in his ear

"I didn't like the pizza"