NOTES: A eulogy of sorts for Saint Jimmy and an epilogue of sorts to my unnamed in-progress fic that will detail the events from Letterbomb through East 12th Street/Death of Saint Jimmy.
PROMPTS: C43 – Memorial/B78 – Turning Point
RATING: T – references to drugs, sex, alcohol, and violence
POV: Johnny
Memorial
Thanks for getting me home every time I was passed out drunk or tripping out on something I shouldn't have tried without your supervision.
Thanks for (eventually) forgiving me for testing out your acid when you weren't home. It so wasn't worth it.
Thanks for sharing the food, the rent, and that stupid mattress, even if the food wasn't always shared so equally or the rent so on time, and even if the mattress was shared a little too much sometimes.
Thanks for being the 'sexual gateway drug' you promised. Don't know how far out of the gate I'll actually go now, but you opened my mind anyway.
Thanks for giving me the courage to talk to her. Shame you hated her so much.
Thanks for taking all of my worst qualities and making them that much worse. At least then I finally noticed them.
Thanks for not killing me when you had the chance. But also…thanks for almost doing it. If it weren't for that…I might've actually stayed.
So…thanks. For ruining and saving my life. I'll visit you down there sometime.