Adelard heard what he said at the end and clenched his fists. “At least I actually have a job and don’t sit at home doing drugs. I could smell the weed on you. Take a fucking shower” He snapped and turned his back on his.
“Hey, man!” He yelled, offended. “I just had one like an hour ago you French piece of shit.” A rage began to boil in the pit of his stomach like a white-hot tone of acid. “Maybe you should join me just to relieve you of that stick way up your ass.”