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The T Zone

I probably mentioned my previous employ at Papa John's earlier. It's the only real job I've had other than my current one at Smiley Media. If you're anything like me (is anyone?), then you might assume there's no room for life changing innovation at a major pizza chain. However, you'd be wrong.

When we were hungry, we'd make ourselves a pizza. It's possible that you're not supposed to do that, but it was a laid back environment. My boss was my friend, as were most of my coworkers. Deliveries would take a back seat to dough fights, and phone calls would occasionally go unanswered. Almost every day we'd each make a pizza.

I loved Papa John's pizza. It was a good deal better than other pizza chains, and I thought I'd never get sick of it. As some of you may have experienced, working at a restaurant will make you totally sick of their food.

How I Became Weird

When I was ten I went to a Christian summer camp called Camp Calumet. We stayed in cabins with our counselors and a dozen other kids.

By a stroke of luck my best friend Ryan and I ended up in the cabin with the cool counselors. I don't remember either of their names, or even what they looked like, but I remember that one of them had a sticker on his guitar case that asked, "Y B Normal?"

It was a cheesy sticker, of course, but as an impressionable kid it made me think. My counselor was probably the coolest guy I knew at the time, so I instantly equated being not normal with being cool.