New York. Apr 21 2014, 6:20<br/><br/>Micky had spent the night at Mack's places, he spent many nights there. Mostly cause he didn't have a home if his owe, also cause he couldn't find someone to crash with. He didn't mind sleeping at Mack's, but she always woke up so early, that part annoyed him more then it should of, but he couldn't do anything about it. The only real reason it annoyed him so much was that he would go out and get drunk, he could at 19 cause he was from Canada. In the US it was 21 to drink, but in Canada it was 19, so he just used that to get into the bars and clubs.<br/><br/>When Mack yelled that it was breakfast he opened his eyes with a grona, he slowly woke up. He pulled him self out of bed and put his jeans on, he also grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses. After he had his jeans on he walked out with his shirt and hoodie in his hand, he had his sunglasses in hiding his blood shot eyes. His jeans were ripped in the knees and other spots, his sockets were white. Probably the only washed piece of clothing besides his boxers.<br/><br/>Micky sat down at the table and yawned, looking around at the food that was on the table. He put some eggs and bacon on a plate before reaching over and grabbing the pack of cigarettes that Mack left on the table, he pulled one out and lied it out beside his plate. He then started to to eat, his head pounding like crazy. "Thank Mack.." He said, looking down at the ground so he isn't looking at any light.