porkyandthemob

Sam got off the bus in a flash as soon as it arrived at his stop.  He didn’t even glance back when he accidentally pushed over one of the Asian ladies – quite uncharacteristic of him.  The restaurant was down a small alleyway off a main road.  The alley was dingy and disgusting.  It smelled of urine and beer.  Across the alley was small parking lot.  One car was parked in the back.  It was a 1974 Chevrolet Chevelle: ripped, brown leather interior; rusted red and cream exterior.  Sam loved old cars – he recognized it right away.  Sighing, Sam walked into the restaurant; a large, sweaty man greeted him.“You’re late.”