Hearing the locks of the door coming undone, Marquan straightened up and cleared his throat with his fist to his mouth. Before he knew it, the door was being pulled open and a cloud of smoke was rushing out into his face. The smoke caused him to narrow his eyelids and try his best to peer through it. Once the smoke had evaporated, he found himself face to face with a younger version of himself. This younger version of himself was about three inches shorter and had a slight muscular build. He was wearing a blue bandana around his head and a wife beater. His light gray Dickie’s hung off his ass and showed his boxers. This younger version of Marquan was his son, Antonio a.k.a Lil’ Apocalypse a.k.a Lil’ Poc.
Antonio mad dogged his father and looked him up and down with disdain. He dropped the
