A Little More Hair on My Pizza Please.

Years ago I lived on Staten Island, maybe it's different now, I really don't know. But back then, there were basically only two careers possible on Staten Island. Either you made pizza (this was back in the day when there was no such thing as "white" pizza, so many of my brethren were sacrificed)or you did hair. I suppose if you were really lucky you did both. If you were even luckier, you did both at the same time.