The first time he delivered pizza he was greeted by three young kids and a too-young mother in dirty clothes, a cigarette stench strong from the door. He figured the medium pizza would feed them all. He wouldn't take the tip. The second time he delivered pizza he handed the pie to a scraggly blonde with tracks up her arm as some man in the background screamed for them to move it. She shoved a bill roll in his hand and whispered "Take it" as if she were passing government secrets and had to get back to her double life.