an unintelligible thing, he walks through life in a manor that is all his own. A deep thinker. Someone that is easy to be aroud. Someone who is all their own. Someone that enjoys coffee cigarettes and things that most peoplewill miss. A mass of atoms buzzing around at the speed of light. A sleepy dirty kid. Don't mess with him.
The end of days, post apocalypse, the last Apodaca emerges from hiding, patiently awaiting the right moment where all doucebags, scumbags, and the worthless are at their weakest. In the beginning, if God created light, then in the end, I will create darkness.
Young Preist: The Apodacalypse is near.
Old Preist: Let us pray.