Pasta Story

The (real) beginning

Now that I was unemployed (I punched my boss, I felt great, worth it !) I had a lot of time to think about who I really am.
I first started to think about unicorns, and I strangely found nothing that could help, so I started thinking about my childhood. That's when I realized that being a pasta is complicated, because you can't have a childhood. You may ask :
"Why won't you have a childhood Josh, you're stupid everyone has one !"
And I'll answer :
"I'm a pasta"
That's crazy how many questions you can answer with this sentence ! (at least three)

I don't know how old I am, nobody ever knew it probably, I only know from where I come from : Italy (obviously).
After a couple of hours thinking about stuff (mostly reviving that moment when I punched my boss in my head),
I started to think that I should think "outside the box", some people are mentally telling me that it's an expression, but I'm serious.
There is something I didn't mentioned : I live in a box.
Nobody really know what it is, what is it purpose, how it appears, when and blablabla, but to be honest, I don't care about this box, I only care about what's outside...

So I walked untill I reached the top of the box, I had some adventures on my way (let's be honest, nobody cares about that you only want to know what's outside so let's say nothing happened).
And after several days walking through Panzani(™) city, I reached the top, and the first step of my great journey.