I made a pizza at 8am this morning. Then I wrapped it in my grandmother’s tinfoil. She brought me cookies this weekend. The tinfoil was a leftover from my consumption. After I wrapped the pizza I went to the gym to get toasty with Andre. I am not sure if Andre is dead still. We toasted our chests and triceps. They feel crispy right now. I believe Andre spent his evening painting some wood. Today, Andre held a paintbrush. When we left the gym we ate the pizza out of the leftover tinfoil. I did not take a photograph because I am an old man and my brain is slow after I toast myself.