think about the hunger Dad always talks about. You need that hunger in this world. Heck, this entire city is a weird ant farm that proves that fact every single day. Who makes the food, standing on their feet all day for less than the legal minimum wage (because “go home if you don’t like it”); who delivers the food, biking it across icy sidewalks in thirty-degree weather; and who collects it at the door without tipping because the sashimi was three minutes late.
