WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
They often say a picture tells a thousand words, and for James Silva that was certainly the case today.
Sitting down in the least shit inner city park in Betoota’s French Quarter this afternoon, the young office worker thought he would treat himself to a bit of a dirty meal.
“I brought in lunch the last couple of days and have been eating relatively clean, so I just thought why not, I’ll have a cheesy, salty, saucy pizza,” he said to us.
“And I have to say, this value Pepperoni perfectly sums up my fucking year,” he sighed.
“Sloppy, underwhelming, disappointing and underwhelming – but does the job I guess.”
When asked why he didn’t just get something a bit nicer than the Value Pizza, he explained that the Barefoot in told him it’s silly paying 20 bucks for something that’s going to make him feel just as shit afterwards.
“The value pizza is what it is. Like my 2020, it leaves me contemplating the futility of it all,” he continued.
“Am I just a cog in the capitalist machine living for the weekend? Always trying to justify one thing for the sake of another and never really living in the moment?”
“Distracting myself thinking about the pizza before I buy it to think about how shit it was after and wish I could have my time again?”
“I don’t know. All I know is in a week’s time I’ll probably be in the place doing the same thing.”
“Fuck, anyway, you reckon the Storm are a chance tonight?” he said pivoting the conversation away from the wasted 4000kj he just consumed.
