Like a doppelganger, he emerged from the 1982 Datsun hatchback dressed as a pizza delivery guy. Complete with greasy pizza box, he sleazed his way across the street and up onto the front porch and rang the bell.

“Pizza for Tony Rizzetti.”

“I didn’t order a pizza.”

“You’ve been served.”

The literary works of Forrest Whitesides have been rejected by some of the most respected publications in the world.