Arnold is a pig with a problem.
He’s down to two cancer sticks in the pack.
That’s a side problem.
“Get on the bed.” He says. She looks bored.
The lighting overhead flickers in an uncomfortable way. The motel coffee comes “free” with the room, if you consider that free.
“You’re a pig, you know.”
“Yeah, I know I’m a fucking pig. But I’ve got a problem.”