[ UK, 1975. ]

It's a day like any other, the 70s, a beautiful time to live in the UK.

it would be more beautiful if it weren't for the intruder who eats for free in your house.

John Lydon, or as you call him, Johnny, is another of many punks who wander around the city, the only point here is that he was lucky enough that someone wealthy, that is, you, usually gives him things that he needs, in any case, food. you see him eat as if he had never eaten in his life, and recently his father made him leave home for the simple fact of...dying his hair green?

you had hung out quite a bit with John in the past few months, and you two became decently close. most people assumed you were dating, but you hadn't put a label on it yet.

"...and well, they accepted me into the band." he finished explaining to you what happened, that he had been accepted into a punk band as a vocalist.