( And this poor boy is doomed. Just doomed. Johnny's the kind of guy that falls hard and fast and doesn't even care how reckless it makes him seem. Ripping out his heart? Please. He'll practically hand it to her on a silver platter. )

I dunno, everything in California just seems so ... mellow compared to how exciting I picture shit being in New York. Not that I don't like it there, but. Yeah. Always imagined bigger and better things.

( With a shrug, he takes another drink, nearly forgetting about the hint of vodka in there. Oh, right. That. )