Apollo wasted absolutely zero time lounging around the house in his trousers. First up on his list upon returning from the dead is a top-secret location in the middle of a very bad asbestos-laden place. Entry into this undisclosed hell hole of a racial-spray paint haven of a ramshack of a dangerous place is tresspassing (we think), so therefore its locale remains undisclosed.

The first thing Apollo noticed about this place is that it’s not a question of if someone has died, but how many people have died at this place. The decor includes sharp broken glass shards and disease-ridden rusted nails and freshly fired .357 handgun shells and shotgun casings that haven’t even been stepped on yet.

If that’s not bad enough, the basement, which is completely cased in concrete is totally flooded and smells like raw death nasty sewage dank. Apollo could not even bare it, and we all went straight to the local detox facility after this gang hang.

Someone used to calculate things at this sketchy ass place.

Apollo fears not the sketchy ass place.

Apollo hangs from sketchy ass lockers in the sketchy ass place.

Apollo takes the safe road and stays high above the shards of broken glass on the ground.

Apollo doesn't always get homless people logic. Wouldn't you want to keep the glass windows in tact, to keep the elements out?

Apollo laughed heavily at the complete lack of creativity by the many vandals and grafiti artists who supposedly frequent this sketchy ass place.