Great photo there... I wonder why I have never seen it on the cover of Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine? Okay, back to our point.
Janice and I were just getting into bed when I remembered I still had Lenny’s body in my trunk. You’d think you wouldn’t forget something like that, but it had been a long day.
So begins our story. We can guess that Tommy is not the sharpest shooter on the target range, so to speak, and this is proven out. He works for his uncle, a mobster, the man who ordered him to arrange a burial for the late Lenny.
Alas, Tommy keeps making bad choices, like burying poor Lenny in his yard, right next to the property of a deputy...
Dark and funny.
