First off, I’m a comic book geek. Every Wednesday, I try to make my way out to my comic store all the far-as-hell-away in Astoria (and sometimes I make it, sometimes not). But that's not what this is about. This is about Ronny.
Ronny is the nomadic comic book dealer who drives from coast to coast to sell, as he puts it, "Funny Books," but that's not all he is. He's a genuinely nice guy who really will give you the shirt off his back (I've seen it). He's a great guy to be around, life-of-party-type, can drink like a blessed reservoir, and is a great cook.
Yesterday, at the shop, he decided that he wanted to cook pasta. It turned out that he only had seven dollars on him, and since he was cooking not for himself, but for all of us, we gave him another $10 (really, we gave him more, but he only took the ten, saying that it was enough). Within an hour, he came back with a tray of pasta and sausage. And it was fucking delicious. And it cost him $13.73 all together.
This blows my mind. (Ronny's also been known to make a mean three-foot sandwich with about six bucks.) Every now and then, it's horrifically easy to forget, for me, at least, that 1) it's easier (though not for me) and cheaper to cook rather than to go out and buy food, and that 2) there are people who are nice enough to go out and work what is to me a miracle with $15 to cook up a delicious two pounds of pasta with four pounds of sausage.
The joys are in the small things and I know that it's all to easy to forget them too often.
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