The anger soaring through him is like nothing hes ever felt before. Like something growing inside him that he just needs an outlet for. All he can think is, "What happened? What stopped me from losing my shit like this before?" SLAM! He hears the front door slam and without skipping a beat Johnny punches the bathroom wall with all his might. Searing pain, delicious searing pain! He looks down to notice what kind of condition his hand is in. Cut from the hard tile but still quite intact. "Im not made of glass!" he exclaims. "This pain, I like it,  its almost like it sets me free! What do I do?" As an quiet inner voice says "Do it again". SLAM! "Fuck thats good!" Again checking his hand, now more bloody with a fairly large gouge in it now. Hes quickly snapped back to reality realizing the tile is now cracked in half. "What the fuck am I going to do with this tile, Von hand picked it?!"

The day passes like any other, almost like auto pilot. All Johnny can do is think "Same shit, different day". Typical of most people stuck in their day job. How can I change whats going on day to day and keep Von happy?
Finally home, an empty home. Its always a lot colder feeling to be the first one home, to be responsible for making it warm. That is his second job, to straighten up from the morning and make it hotel ready for its occupant checking in. Noticing how negative his thought are become, Johnny decides its time for a nice warm shower to rinse the day off. Standing in the shower he hears the door slam, making him jump. "Fuck, I can't get a moment to myself" he mumbles.
"What the fuck John!" yells Von. "Why is nothing clean and your cloths all thrown about?!"Throwing open the curtain, "Where is she?!"

"What are you talking about Von?" calmly says Johnny. "I just had a long day and wanted a shower, I didn't think you would be home yet."

"Didn't think or hope?!" grumpily says Von slamming the curtain shut.

Removing his hands from his face, covered in blood with only the flashing red and blue light illuminating his surroundings Johnny barley makes out figures rushing to him through the tears in his eyes. "What the fuck have I done, there is no going back from this?! How the fuck did it come to this?!"

Waking ferociously Johnny throws the covers from his bed. "Fuck i'm going to be late again!", rushing to the shower to have to most efficient shower of his young life. Scrubbing feverishly waiting for the pain of the cold water to pass in to relaxing warmth, he realizes he doesn't even have time for that. Like out of a Guy Ritchie film he gets ready in a flash and is at yet another pointless meeting.

"Johnny, whats your take?", shit, I wasn't even paying attention to this meeting. What the hell man, why cant you get your shit together today. "Honestly this is another standard contract, I see no reason not to move forward boss." Damn, that was a close one! Alright from this point on lets be that guy Von wants us to be.