I’m sorry, Greg, but I have a reputation to protect.” With that Eric sprayed green spray-paint on Greg’s brown hair.Īfter a few minutes Eric stepped back to examine his work. We take a lot of pride in our work around here, but this,” he gestured lazily towards Greg, “has amateur written all over it. “I tell the boys if they’re going to do something, do it right the first time. Greg tried to look down to see what Eric was doing, probably hoping that he was getting a pair of scissors to cut him down.Įric stood up with an aerosol can in his hand, absently shaking it. “So juvenile.” He shook his head in disgust and bent down in front of Greg. “I gotta tell you that I’m a little embarrassed to work with these guys.” He gestured to Greg’s predicament. Greg tried to shrug against his restraints. I meant to get here sooner, but I got a little held up.” To top it off they leaned Greg against the chain link fence with the sign tapped across his h*ps for the entire world to see.Įric put his bag down on the sidewalk and worked on tidying his uniform. Someone, probably Johnson, drew a big happy face on the man’s stomach. Greg’s mouth was taped shut with a piece of two inch white medical tape. They had Greg strapped to a long board in nothing but his boxers. The man nodded frantically as Eric looked over the boys’ recent work. “Fresh meat,” Eric read the sign with a chuckle as he pulled his light blue uniform shirt on over his white tee shirt.
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