Almost one year to the day later, Johnny was declared sober and fit to reenter society. When he got back, his band threw him a surprise welcome back party at a local bar they had rented out. As a gift for successfully completing rehab, his band mates presented him with a Harley Davidson with the number 13 painted on the sides.
"AWESOME! You guys are the best, man. So, what'd you guys do while I was gone?"
"We stayed around, playing gigs in local bars and shit, singing all the same old songs. We had to keep the fans away with a stick. It got so bad, we had to start playing at places with chicken wire between us and the audience." Said Jake Mathers, their backup singer.
"So who sang lead vocals?"
"That was me."
They partied all night long, listening to songs from Lynyrd Skynyrd, Def Leppard, KISS, the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, you name it. They made sure that, in order to help support Johnny, the only drink they'd ever have again was nonalcoholic beer. I mean, what would "Johnny 13 and the Unluckies" be with out Johnny 13? The band had been his idea anyway.
Later that night they picked up a couple pizzas, some soda, and some nonalcoholic beer. They ordered a hotel room, where they watched 70's horror flicks till the sun came up.