You see, it’s my fault. My fault for ending up here in the first place. I chose to be here. No one put a gun to my head and said “die the slow death of a meaningless cabinet refacing salesman.” On the contrary, it was my slow, long progression of fuck ups that lead me here, and my continued incompetance which keeps me here still.
Fuck you if you think I am full of self pity. I’m just telling you like it is. Maybe this is my epiphany — Did you ever think of that?

I know this website is called the Italian Cooking Club, and right about now you are thinking “WTF does this have to do with Italian cooking, anyway?” I’ll tell you what it has to do with Italian cooking, nothing. And I really don’t give a shit because it’s my website.
Look, here’s the point: Life must be taken by the balls. It must be tackled, mastered, conquered, devoured and any other bullshit verb you can think of.

Selling (or failing to sell) cabinet refacing to people in order to feed my family has taught me this great lesson. VERITAS. The truth. You have to look  in the mirror and see the truth about yourself, or else you are doomed for sure. What’s your truth?

So when I show up at your front door with two big bags full of cabinet door samples, remember one thing: You can go ahead and tell me “no”, but I know the truth. And the truth is, I know where you live.

VERITAS.