Pigs

Bang bang bang. "Hurry up. I wanna talk to ya." Bang bang bang.

Skies sake, can't a guy have some quiet time in the bathroom to get ready to meet his Pigs? I'm almost ready. My side fringe is swept perfectly into place. Shoelaces done up tight. I am unable to strap my board to my back so looks like I'm carrying him.

Bang bang bang. "Hillcrest, I need to talk to you fast, gotta be some pla-a-a."

I open the door smiling. Get this astounded whoa type look when in full skater get up, with my white shirt with the billowy sleeves, handsome leather bracelet, these denim trousers which cut off just below the knee, and of course my chequered Vans. The sneakers and trousers were skies hard to get hold of. Doubt I'll ever find a pair of Vans in my size ever again.

"What?"

"Nothing I-"

Think I'm fit. "Do spit it out. I must get to the skate park. Do you need to brush your teeth?"

"No. We're going on a job and-"