Reminiscing.

For some reason I was thinking about this the other week -

These dealers back in my hometown who kept getting busted opened up a pizza joint ("Patriot Pizza") right after Sept. 11th - there was a colonial militiaman with a rifle on the sign, and behind him a stars-and-stripes design - and they used it as a front to deal drugs, which lasted I think the good part of a year.

"It was bound to happen, they were stupid," one of my friends said, "But I loved it while it lasted... It was so nice to be able to ring up one place and get a large pizza and a bag."