porkyandthemob

He made his way wearily to the front door. He stood at the door, hoping vainly there was some other choice, but knew there wasn’t. He put the large, awkward hog head on with disgust. Looking out the window from the small gray slits in the pig mouth, he hoped something would happen. Like a Samurai jumping out and killing his boss. His boss would fall over, split it two he imagined. He sighed again. As he looked out the window, a pink, shinny Cadillac pulled up the alleyway and into the parking lot. It drove up along side the Chevelle. He watched idly, hoping this banal event would qualify as the excuse he was hoping for.
“Mary Kay anyone?” Sam whispered to himself as he chuckled.