Last night I had the worst pizza of my life, probably.

The jizzum pizza in Queens was more unappetizing.

But this pizza was something I'd been looking forward to for a while and was just so obviously going to be a disappointment. The foreseeable, inevitability of it's poor quality and the entire surrounding environment of wrongness was the bottom.

I don't know why I didn't take control and get good pizza, but I think it has something to do with Taoism and pity.