He lay in bed, taking a mental rest before his big night out. He was to go over to his buddy Louis' New Year's Eve
party in a little bit. He had started seeing a girl, and was hoping that this would be "the night" As he laid
there, the events of the previous year were foremost on his mind. Most of his thoughts were about his father.
In the span of a short few months he had learned that his dad was a murderous drug kingpin, and may in fact have had a hand in the death of his beloved Uncle Hank. He and his family had been trying to pick up the pieces and move on, despite all the obstacles. He was suddenly jolted out of his meditations by the doorbell. He slowly got up, positioned his crutches, and hobbled to see who was there.
After opening the door, Walt Junior's jaw dropped and his face turned a bright red and steam was blowing out of
his ears, just like in the cartoons. "What, the fuck, are, you, doing, here, you, son, of, a, bitch!" he said in
his stilted, mongloid manner of speech. It was Pinkman. Junior had learned about Pinkman's involvement with his
father by reading about his dad online.
"Listen," Jesse said, "I know you probably want to kill me right now, but I have to talk to you about your dad.
There are thing you need to know about him". "I, know, everything, about, that, son, of, a, bitch, you, asshole"
"You don't know shit, kid" Jesse responded. Kid!? junior thought to himself. After all I've been through, this
motherfucker calls me a kid!? Before he could even respond, Junior decked Jesse in the jaw. Pinkman was rattled
but threw himself at him, tackling him to the ground. "My, own, father, was, more, of, a, dad, to, you, than,
he, was, to, me". "That's not true kid, you don't know what you're talking about, that's what I came
here to talk to you about." They continued to roll around on the ground for a couple more minutes, hurling
profanities at each other. Feeling a smorgasbord of emotions, Walt Junior grabbed Jesse and looked into his eyes.
"Why am I mad at this guy?"Jr thought to himself. "My dad probably manipulated him like he did everyone else."
Staring into Jesse's beautiful blue eyes, he felt an odd kinship with him. He knew that Jesse felt it too.
He pressed his lips onto Jesse's, and they both felt the exhilirating rush of passion. Before they knew it, Junior
was giving Jesse a tongue lashing of a different kind than he wanted to earlier. Jesse slid his hands down Walt
Jr's trousers, firmly massaging his boa constrictor. "Let's see how we can use your crutches as an extra appendage,
bitch!" Jesse demanded.