That's right.
A Pizza.
Changed my life.
A mushroom pizza, to be specific.
With onions.
No kidding.
The date was February 24, 2007.
A Saturday.
Let me explain the beautiful thing that happened to me that night.
It started with an order of pizza.
I order it about once a month.
Why?
Because, the rest of the month it's all beans for me.
And salads.
And coconuts.
And fruits.
And nuts.
And grains.
And fresh veggies.
And free-range eggs.
And yogurt.
And all organic, mind you.
Having been around a lot of illness in my life, I treat my body preciously.
However, I throw pizza in every once in awhile to pay homage to the 100 billion cerebral neurons God gave you and me.
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