The streets belong to no one
“I’m just saying, the biggest debate of our time isn’t if the moon landing was faked or not or if Jack could’ve fit on the door, it’s Big Tony’s versus Little Teddy’s. I mean-” Parker Bailly holds up his two pizza slices, one from each pizzeria, and looks over at his coworker, who was walking with his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans, dark brown eyes turned towards the sidewalk. Noah Chance had not been listening to the “Great Pizza Debate”. He had heard it many times before and, at this point in his life, was more concerned with the new addition to the ranks of dead people that didn’t seem to stay dead. “Noah?” Parker asked, who, along with being on a quest to find the superior pizza slice, was Noah’s coworker and best friend. To be honest, he was Noah’s only friend. “Hmm?” Noah looked over at his friend. “Sorry, yeah, that board definitely had enough room for Jack.” “Are you okay? You’ve been out of it all day. Was it the chaos at the Scoop?” With Teddy’s next door and ...