So welcome to The Slice Czar! As I write this my right ankle is currently encased in a cast, courtesy of a Trimalleolar fracture and a fractured fibula I suffered the week before Christmas. So now I have a 8 inch metal rod in my leg, multiple screws in my ankle and leg, (currently) over 3 thousand dollars of medical debt and worst of all no Pizza. Now I love my folks, and it was super awesome of them to convert their dinning room into a living space so I could avoid having to climb the flights of rickety, uneven stairs to my place. But if I'm allowed a single knowingly frivolous complaint it's that their place is in some bizarre no man's land where no pizza joint, either mega-chain or local, will deliver to me. Now yes I could wheedle my friends or family to go out and get some for me, but that just seems like taking advantage of people; they've done so much for me already. So I've made myself a compromise, possibly the closest thing to a New Years resolution...