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Wow surprise. I’m back here. I quit my day job and took a wild leap of bad faith so let’s go all the way to the 9th circle. If we have old plots you wanna strike up, feel free to HMU or you can check out my new connections here. Mckenna’s bio for the most part is the same, if you remember it, but if you don’t, here’s a longer, better written and more in-depth dive into this little has-been’s life.

TLDR; He is a former child-star and a household name after scoring a role on an after-school TV show called Ben Cherry that rocketed his career into the stratosphere by the time he turned 18. He was kind of a big deal up-and-comer, even when his reputation started going side-ways from golden boy to party boy. News broke over a Hollywood scandal that brought light to his exploitation by the industry and set off a chain of events that sent him spiraling out of control and eventually, to Dayton.

Things that have changed:

Mckenna’s sober. Surprise! It’s been about six weeks since he got out of some bougie Beverly Hills facility. He’s fragile.

His disappearance from Dayton was a result of another overdose which had his parents notified of his whereabouts. They’re in Dayton now to ‘support his recovery’ since he refuses to go back to LA to live, work or testify. In reality, his mother’s just micromanaging his life and exacerbating his anger management issues.

Mckenna’s still happy-go-lucky, but it’s far more less genuine without the ample lubrication of drugs and alcohol. He’s more of a powder keg waiting to blow. Almost manic in his kindness like he’s overcompensating for not actually feeling good.

In an act of silent rebellion, Mckenna decided to take up boxing at the local gym. Nothing like having burly men smash up mom’s most prized possession (his face) to say fuck you to her attempts to working him up to making a comeback.

His masochistic tendencies have grown tenfold.

So has his appetite for dick. 

Has since learned the definition of bisexuality but he’s come to terms with just how much he loves dick, helped by his mother’s abject refusal to accept it. Mckenna isn’t about to rock the boat with his family around but repressing his desires only makes him hornier in private.

The result is a plethora of terrible relationships with (including, but not exclusive to): not-gay best friends, old married men, old married women, geriatrics, people who deny him in the daylight, clout chasers, starfuckers, past abusers, microwaved grapefruit, your partner, etc.

Triggered by the news and camera flashes.

He’s still unable to tell the difference between who’s genuine to him and who’s not, nor is he able to differentiate between love and sex. He’s a great friend, not so much a great lover, even if he has a big heart.

Talks a lot about absolutely nothing still.

Lives with his folks in a big fancy house his childhood paid for.

No longer works at the strip club but his reputation precedes him. He’s a personal trainer at the gym now.

He’s got his learner’s.