CHAPTER SIXA few months later
A blunt dangled from Apocalypse’s lips as he sat on the living room couch. He was hunched over playing Madden, thumbs jabbing on the buttons of the controller, causing it to teeter from left to right. All of his tattoos were on display being that he only had on his boxer briefs. Apocalypse’s tongue hung out the corner of his mouth. He was really into the game he was playing, it was his sole focus. So much so that his hunger pains didn’t bother him as much as they were earlier. You see, a few hours ago he’d sent Adele out to get him some Mexican food, but she hadn’t returned yet. He’d tried to hit her up on her cell phone, but then he remembered she’d sold it for heroin. Being that she’d f****d it off, he refused to buy her ass a new one because she’d wind up
