You were sitting in your apartment, having been resting up after another gig and you felt something that had grown all too familiar now. A presence that followed you everywhere, so you lift your head after rubbing the rest from your eyes and you hear that nagging voice.

"Think you can light one up now? I've waited this whole time."

Johnny's voice rang out, he was sitting across from you with his feet kicked up. He made a vague yet semi-rushed motion towards the ashtray beside your bed.