Late night I narrowed my eyes at the TV. My video game was seriously beginning to piss me off. With a sigh, I set my Xbox controller down and grabbed my pack of Marlboro cigarettes. Leaning back against the futon, I lit my cigarette, placing the pack next to me. I took a deep inhale, the nicotine burning my throat and stinging my lungs. I held the smoke for a moment than exhaled. It was getting late and sleep was hurting my eyes. "Uhg..." I sat up to ash my cigarette when my phone went off. I propped my cigarette between my lips and exhaled smoke from my nose as I grabbed my phone from the coffee table. I flipped it open to see a message from Mr. White telling me he was on his way over. I told him not to come to my house anymore. The old fuck was annoying and always seemed to bitch at me. "No..." I groaned and leaned again to flick my cigarette against the ash tray. Mr. White always comes over late and bitches. Rolling my eyes, I finished my cigarette and mashed it into the ash tray.