
Sweet Pizzas and Cannibal Neighbours
My neighbour Mr. Shoaib is a cannibal. I say this because I remember asking who was at the door once after a particularly aggressive knocking sound. My question wasn’t answered, but I opened the door anyways to a tall, wiry fifty-something man wearing a distinctive snapback decorated with a marijuana leaf and the slogan “Keep Blazing, Stay Amazing!” In his left hand was a transparent bag filled with what appeared…