He had clocked out of the job he hated almost an hour ago, sitting in the drive way of a home he hated even more, for twenty minutes. Was she inside? He did not know, and did not care. The bitch was so oblivious to the insanity that she fueld in him, he could barely stomach her. The Thompson's kid peddled behind his car on his big wheel. Gary eyed the little **** as he did. What was his name? Bobby? Robby? Or was it Toby? It did not matter. What did matter, was that the little bastard kept letting his oversized bulldog, dig in his yard. He didn't give two **** about the yard. It was the nagging from his wife, The Bitch, that drove him insane. " I'm going to put you in a sack, and bury you alive you little son of a bitch", Gary muttered to himself as Johnny Thompson rode by. "Honey! Hurry and come in the house before your dinner gets cold!". Gary glared in the direction of the words knowing who said them before he even saw her. She stood in the door, same polka dot dress and kitchen apron she always wore, curly blonde hair down to her shoulders. " Give me a few seconds Linda", Gary called back. "Okay honey but hurry! I made your favorite!", She beckoned as she left the door cracked behind her. His wife, The Bitch, Linda, all the same person. Gary opened the car door, grabbing his briefcase as he exited. He straighted his tie and suit, out of habit, as he made his way towards the door. The fresh holes in his yard almost sent him in to a rage, but he kept his calm as best he could. After all, tonight was a special night. How long had it been? Three months or four? It did not matter just as long as the heat had died down. Gary smiled as he enterd his home, dropping his briefcase by the door. It had been a rotten week, but if tonight went as planned, it would be worth it. Where would he go once he ditched his wife? The Bowling alley? The Local Grocer? The Mall? He was not sure, but he knew he could find what he wanted at all three. His smile grew wider, as he entered the kitchen.