A big black pickup is parked by the curb, smack dab in front of the door. Standing up on the tailgate is a well over six-foot blonde, bearded animal with a man bun, inked arms, and a shit-eating grin to rival Jack Nicholson. As if his location in the bed of the truck alone isn’t conspicuous enough, he’s holding up a large sign that reads: WELCOME HOME FROM PRISON, COUSIN ALICE.
