-- JOHNNY IS DEAD.

                        ‘  — last time i checked, it ain’t just YOUR place.’ well, it seems that murdoc was going at it again so early in the morning. they usually always try to keep their stuff apart from one another. leaving places like the “ living room” out of commission for a LONG time. it eventually became nothing but a pig sty but that was usual.                                                       ‘ man, this is d’s shit.’ he gestured to the papers and pill wrappings stacked in front of the table where the broken speaker was planted in the middle of the tangled wires.

“ it MIGHT AS WELL be !  ”   the bassist snaps in response  ;   his sharp tongue courtesy of a NASTY hangover.   of course it’s HIS PLACE -- he bought it  ,   did he NOT ?  big guy’s got some goddamn nerve.  the spoon he’s using to stir his tea clatters to the counter noisily before murdoc turns to face russ.

❛   you act like you’ve NEVER SEEN a person made out of PLANTS before.   ❜

“  no ,  no ,  i don’t reckon  i  HAVE –   ”  he replies ,  squinting at her.  the same eerily luminous teal leaves adorning the young woman’s hair litter the ground beneath his feet.

where the HELL do these kids keep coming from  – ??