Carl looked out the window and chuckled at the two clowns. He shook his head and was about to turn away when he noticed the girl walk around the corner. The light banter between the three seemed innocent enough and he grabbed his radio once more.<br/><br/><b> “Looks like we got some pranksters in clown suits, everything seems fine. I’m gonna finish up here and go to the next apartment.”</b><br/><br/>Once he was outside he could light his cigar and take his time to walk over to his shop, his hideaway from the leasing office. He had a small TV he had hidden behind a pile of soon to be fixed window unit air conditioners and behind the drywall was his porno mag stash. It was amazing what some people left behind after they moved.<br/>