The roof top was of bounds.
Climbing the stairs in a secluded area of the gym that led to the rooftop, he unlocked the door as he came to the end.
Michael walked to the edge of the rooftop, laid his back, before bringing out a small ziplock bag and some brown rolling papers from his bag, together with his wine bottle.
Wrapping some crushed weed into the paper he rolled it up before lighting it and taking a puff.
he felt his nerves and consciousness relax yet contrastingly there was a strange sense of restlessness in it.
Now well to do and doing fine, he actually had a troubled upbringing, estranged family, rebellious adolescent age, drug abuse, debauchery and more.
though from his early youth days to now, he had matured, changed.
But in a way he was still the same.
Chaotic.
If he knew what Rose had in mind about him being dangerous, he would agree.
Yet all that danger, wasn't to another.
it was seemingly to himself.
Chaos burned like the bright golden sun in his heart and he withheld it all in it.
he wasn't a drunkard, yet he drank even more than some, he wasn't a drug addict but he truly abused drugs.
Not a hedonist, but he liked pleasure a lot, sometimes he didn't indulge, but when he did.
he indulged in it terrifyingly.
Not a violent person but he did have a powerful physicality and liked to fight.
Puff upon puffs, his mind going hazy.
Chugging some wine directly from the bottle.
he was jonzed, gazing around from the roof top a while.
Seemingly sightseeing on anything.
When he was sober, he could be so apathetic about things but when he was high, stupid things, strange things, anything could be interesting.
Chuckling to himself at this paradox, he ran his hands through his hair before taking a small bottle of water from his hand bag to drink
Finishing the water, he left the roof top.
he was done warming up
.....
The rest of the morning went as he intended.
from the rooftop to the bathroom to brush and freshen up, then to the boxing room, then to the main gym.
Working out staying focused while avoiding ogling and advances.
Truly he enjoyed pleasure.
But also truly, he didn't want to or need to have sex everyday.
Driving back by noon, he stopped by the Mart to get some things.
He mostly got food from the south section as every food from the Laen City was transported from there
if the central section was the main hub of the Laen City, the south section was the food hub.
But for snacks, house items and other things, he found it best to get them when he came to the center city.
At passed 12 noon, he was very famished.
From waking up very early, to drinking, smoking, and to intense boxing and work out.
his stomach was like a roaring lion, gapping open it's jaws in frequent roar like rumblings.
Very hungry he branched by a certain restaurant, eating four full combo hamburgers before exiting.