Garrison's fingers stressed through his beard as he stared at his reflection. He had awoken to an unknown intruder hovering over his bed, armed with something far more dangerous then any firearm. Reality, truth, and a moral confection that reminded the former all-pro member of the MVP's of a vow he had made to fallen hero.
"iight fam, whats the deal? What you got for me?" pausing and ardently pointing towards Q. "If this aint on the level for real though, I'm fit to bring yo'whole fckn World down. Jus know that."
His gaze nonchalantly lingered, seemingly unable to break free of the scurrying one night stands as they prepared for their historic walk-of-shame. Garrison then deeply sighed as he fell back into the plush embrace of his decorative over-sized throw-pillows. "You a little older then my usual fans but I feel ya nigga, look, theres some pre-autographed posters over there and I think some t-shirts...look shit man take whatevers over in dat corner then get da fuuuuuuuuuk out. Wit yo scary ass. I aint into da hero game no more, in fact I'm like the Kurt Cobain of the herogame.......Dead."Pulling his exaggerated frame out of bed and into the bathroom. "Dont you know theres no such thing as heroes anymore?"he shouted out.