[𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝟓𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐛𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞]
as he opened the door to the establishment the scent of alcohol, drugs and cigarettes hit his face. this is a place which people avoid but this was his refuge. he got his inspiration from this exact place. he knocked the blunt out of one of his “mates” and took a long, deep, relaxing hit from it. he then inhaled it letting it give his throat a burning sensation and his lungs felt like a dead circus, he then exhaled clouds as he tilted his head back and he coughed frequently. this was an indication that he was going to another dimension. as he looked up his grey eyes had become red. he was happy after a long time. a few hours later he awoke, in the middle of the park as a flashback of memories appear making his head pound. he then walked to his studio as he wrote about the experiences he had. and then through his music you realize that a king had just snapped.
—𝘼𝙦𝙚𝙡 𝙋𝙖𝙪𝙡 𝙈. 💮⛩🥢
TWENTY-THREE. UNAVAILABLE. BOXER. SINGER, SONGWRITER, MODEL AND SUBSTITUTE. HEAVILY INVOLVED IN THE GYM AND TATTOO PARLORS. HAS A YOUNGER BROTHER. OPEN TO NEW FRIENDS. FLIRTY.