— See, this stuff has become so mundane to me that I've created a character who's terrified about going back to prison. And through him, I hope to feel, once again, the old rush.
— You carry on.
— Good. 'Cause I can't go back there, man. Not after what they did to Johnny. Oh, Johnny. He was the best. I wish you'd known him. Those guards worked him over good. They shanked him with a shiv. And they shivved him with a shank. Over a pack of smokes. Johnny, you were too beautiful for this world, man.
