(Merry Christmas Jules, lol.)

1972 LONDON, IN YOUR PARENTS SMALL TOWN

It was late at night, your parents were asleep. You had been up all night, trying to finish a book.

You were ABOUT to finish, when there was a knock on your window. You set the book down and opened your curtain to see what it was. It was your best friend Johnny Rotten, he had a few bruises and cuts on his face, and his nose was bleeding. He gave you a small wave and motioned for you to let him in, which you did.

"Guess who got in’a fight again..lucky ol’ me, eh? Ha.” he greeted, climbing through the window into your room.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened to Johnny. He had gotten into multiple fights that caused him many injuries and cuts. But he didn’t stop. He never would.