#johnny:thread

[neonbitemarks]

@ofviolentdeath

Johnny hated having to ask for help, but he'd gotten evicted again after too many noise complaints, and couch surfing wasn't doing anything to help his pain management, both in terms of physical comfort and the fact that most "friends" he had out east could be more accurately described as acquaintances with habits as bad, if not worse than his own.

It had gotten bad enough that he couldn't even summon the energy to shadowtravel to get home, so he'd hopped a flight from New York to Vegas and called his dad to pick him up from there.

He was quiet in the car on the ride home, too tired and sore from the cramped conditions on the plane and having to navigate busy airports at either end while on crutches.

[neonbitemarks]

@ofviolentdeath

"I get it, I ain't anyone's favorite person around here, but I didn't come home to cause trouble," Johnny protested, sounding tired. "Look at me. I'm sober, I swear."

Of course, he knew he'd said words to similar effect at least a dozen times before, but he was sincere when he said them, even if his promises didn't last longer than a few days after he got out of rehab again.