pDonny kept him off oxys for two weeks after his overdose. Wouldn't even let him sell them to anyone at school. After that, he wouldn't give Pickles a new bag of them. He made Pickles ask for them every time he wanted to take them. Donny was controlling his use and it pissed Pickles off more than anything. When he got in a fighting mood and confronted Donny about it, Donny told him that Pickles would be dead without him, so this was how it was going to have to be./p
pPickles knew it was true. /p
pFor a day after that, Pickles considered that maybe he iwanted/i to be dead. But... no. He had music to make. Couldn't do that shit if he was dead. So he had to stay alive. No, he didn't really want to think about death at all./p
pHe still hated that Donny was controlling what he put in his body, though. /p
pIt was another week before Pickles admitted to Donny that he'd had to see his mother, and all the shit with that cop, and stealing those beers, and that was the reason behind everything. He was drinking a lot that night, otherwise he might not have said anything at all./p
p"She kept comparing me to imy brother./i She always does that! Like he's so perfect. What the hell, dude? He's in iprison!/i And she's still going on about how much ibetter/i than me he is! She doesn't even iknow/i, dude. She doesn't know the shit he's done. The shit he's done to ime/i."/p
p"Hey... It's okay, dude. Once we go to LA, you'll never have to see her again. Just a couple more months, Pickles."/p
pPickles took another angry swig from the bottle to finish it off, and then set it down with a clunk on the coffee table./p
p"Fuck it, dude. We've got practicing to do. So when we get to LA... we'll be fuckin' iready/i."/p
pHe didn't want to think about his family. Not ever again./p