Filthy Little Piggy Had None

In a bustling city on Earth on the Southside of town. The whole area was shabby. It used to be warehouses for a shipping company built almost 100 years ago recentlya developer had bought up the properties under dubious circumstances for dirt cheap. He had turned them into cheap rathole apartments remodelled with fixtures and appliances salvaged from demolition sites. The walls between each unit were pasteboard and nothing was built to code. Cash was paid monthly to the Super and the Super paid the Boss. The Super's name was Joe. He was about 6' tall and porky. He was in his middle 20s with perpetual 5 o clock shadow. He had dark circles around his eyes that never faded. His tenants referred to him as Fat Daddy Coon behind his back because of his eyes and premature graying of his hair.

Joe was doing what he did every Saturday. Sitting on his ass in his apartment funneling nachos into his mouth as fast as he could and calling his boss with a weekly update. "I really should be placing an order for that window in 1B... but that stuck up slut didn't even wave back at me on the bus the other day. I suppose I could try to trace that leak in 5A... nahh I will do it tomorrow. That is unless the old man wants to grill me some ribs. I saw what happened to the front door in 3A to hell with that bossman the crank head is nuts im not going anywhere near that apartment to hang a door.

"Why do I even pay you if you aren't going to do anything?" Stewart his boss queried from the other side of the phone on Joe's coffee table.

Joe stopped eating nachos and had a nasty little smirk on his face. "Because I collect the rent for you every month...well most of it 3A is about 3 months behind why did you rent out to that guy he has tattoos on his eyeballs. Oh yeah and the fact that you are banging my sister probably helps keep me my job.I wonder if your wife knows yet should we tell her? " he chuckled at the end.

"I'm a good Catholic. I am a good father. I am a terrible husband... But know this it's not going to end well for anybody if my wife hears about Gina and me from you. Call me next week and you better get the rent from 3A. If you need help text Dino he can bring a couple of guys to get the money and toss the dopefiend out." With that said Stewart hung up the phone.

Fuck that Stewart I'm going to roll a spliff and get down on these sticks. Thought Joe with a laugh. He got up to throw a towel in front of the door. Then took a screwdriver to pry up a floorboard in his closet. Underneath the floorboard was a small space that made a little nook that was used to stash bootleg whiskey in prohibition. Joe had repurposed it to stash a quart sized zipper bag of weed, about $2000 he had been skimming off rent,and a weird piece of jewelry that was in the stash hole before he had never got around to getting appraised. He reached in grabbed the bag and proceeded to get high.