i'm writing this at some shitty-ass internet place downtown sitting next to a bunch of lame goth kids, so bear with me if i sound a little impatient. i got locked out of my apartment and wandered around downtown until i found an unlocked house and walked into the middle of some crazy birthday party with all these fourteen year old kids drinking pop and watching some shitty movie with dennis quaid. i decide i need a place to stay until johnny wants to talk to me again (he has the other key), so i start talking to the birthday boy and give him some E. later, we go to his band's rehearsal space and he starts trying to suck my dick, but he's not doing it very well, so i roll him a joint before leaving and walking to that real expensive pizza place in downtown. there was this couple kissing there, and that guy's blowjob didn't really hit the spot, so i start jerking off while watching them. then some guy who's supposedly in a band comes walking down the street with some girls and starts laughing at me, but then he gives me a cigarette and starts jerking off with me. eventually, we go back to the boy's rehearsal space, but the boy isn't there, so we smoke the joint and talk about the guy's music. i ask him if he played at the festival thingy, but he says he was going to, but cancelled at like the last minute or some shit. at that point, i just wanted to go back to the boy's house and sleep, but i couldn't get rid of that fucking guy, so i let him follow me to the boy's house. we had to break in again, which really pissed me off because i cut myself pretty bad and got blood all over the D&G shirt i was wearing. the boy was passed out in his bed, so me and the band guy took turns fucking him before falling asleep. next thing i know, the boy's mom comes in and is thretening to call the police and i'm totally freaking out, but the band guy manages to convince her we're in his band and needed a place to stay because we're getting evicted. she turns out to be pretty cool and even gives us like 20 000 icelandic moneys (which is like, 300 bucks, i guess). we stay up watching satellite tv and get her drunk on the cointreau we find in the kitchen and she has sex with the band guy, but i'm too wasted, so i just jerk off and cum in her mouth before passing out. the next day, i wake up in a garden somewhere and the band guy has taken all my money and all my coke and left me in a backyard on the other side of town. so here i am, stuck in some shitty internet cafe with a bloody t-shirt, cum all over my pants, a really bad hangover and no coke to cure it, and no fucking keys either. johnny, where are you when i need you?