Chapter Thirty Four

Quincy sat on the bank of the beach and he slowly took puffs of the weed and he found himslef smiling to himslef. Weed indeed made you the most high because he wanted to do nothing but officially commit suicide but he would hate when people say he got what he deserved after his death, it would be pointless. He wished he could turn back the hands of time an dhe would go back to being his follower’s baby. He did no wrong before thma nad they always made sure to defend him at the extent of everyone. His page has been on private for close to two weeks now and he had no idea when the trolling would stop.

He neevr knew that people he always bullied use to have it this rough, people that used to worship him literally don’t rate him anymore an dnow he has been reduced to nothing but someone who depends on illegal substance to pick himself up from the mud. His mananegment had threatened to terminate his contract f he doesn’t issue a public apology to Adonia within two weeks and tonight was th