Frankie-stein's monster

"Now Frankie, don't be back too late and watch the roads young man, I love you"
His mother kissed him on the cheek and with that Frank Iero left the house alone, in the dark.
The short Jersey boy began to walk down the barren streets and made his way to the liquor store, for a pack of Marlboro Red cigarettes to be in fact.

He entered with a chime of the door and nodded politely to the shop keep, who had many tattoos and had "crime conviction" just written on his forehead.
"Marlboro Red please my man" he muttered....
"Got any ID?". The man spoke gruff and harsh.
Frank pulled out his shitty fake ID, the one he'd managed to fool many club bouncers and bar owners alike with.
The shop-keep nodded and passed the cigarettes to the boy.
And with that he left, puffing on his cancer sticks, whistling.

Notes

not very long, sorry guys
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