[Johnny almost let something slip out a moment ago, and he rubs his face with his hands, trying to get his thoughts back into line.]

Yeah, fuck. Why do we even bother? What's it matter? Work my ass off to help these people, and they're still scared 'a me cuz of how I look. The hell with these people. No wonder I drink so damn much.

[He stops to finally let out some frustration by punching a lamppost. It leaves a nice dent, but once upon a time, he would have been able to knock it down with that.

His shoulders slump after that, and he leans against the pole.]

I can't even say I wanna go home. I just... I just want all this shit to stop.