Kids with bones in their mouths, waiting to begin.
Porter, patiently sitting in his wagon, also waiting to take off -- or bail out actually.
Porter looking at me as if to say "This is how you repay me for watching over your children and home? Putting me in a top hat and tee shirt?"
"Luckily," he thinks, "I'm wearing shades so none of my homies will know who I am."
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