Personal Narrative: An Interview With Mr. Pignati

When John and I first meet Mr.Pignati, we had a combination of emotions. Surprised at how happy and jolly he was, and scared out of our wits that he was going to murder us with a knife,or poison us with wine.
After the phone call John was the one who wanted to follow up and go to Mr. Pignati’s house to collect the money. I chickened out and said I would not go. Give me one good reason, John demanded. I told him it was wrong to take money for an old man. John’s response was that all through history artists have survived by taking money from old men.
After getting over the shook of meeting him, John and I settled in in the couch. Mr.Pignati wanted us to play a memory game. John did well but I struggled due to my anxiety about meeting Mr.Pignati.

I had just finished my wine, when Mr.Pignati announced that all three of us should go to the zoo today. John told Mr.Pignati that we had other stops to make today, and we could not sit around drinking wine and going to zoos. Mr.Pignati got very sad and went to go get his checkbook. He then remembered he did not show us his pigs.
He took us down a dark hallway to see the pigs, I did not want to go but John dragged me along. It was crazy how many pigs the man had, there were glass pigs, clay pigs and marble pigs. I reached my hand out. Mr.Pignati wnated me to hold one but I did not want to. He asked, if we didn’t like them. John said, Everyone loves pigs. Mr.Pignati showed us is the first pig he got for his wife, it was a large white pig with an ugly smile. He said his wife thought it was funny. Pig. Pignati. Do you get it? John said, “Yes, Mr. Pignati, we get it”.