Breaking

[jess1z1]

Internet connection. It had been a while since Jonathan had even seen his laptop. Looking for it in the caravan had been a moment of deep stress. Things were so messy in there, it had taken him the better part of an hour to find his bag and thoughts of theft, followed by those of murder, had crossed his mind more than once. But it had appeared. Under someone's old Slayer t-shirt and a few pillows. John felt like kissing the thing. His computer was old and very beat up for someone who never used it much and it was the damn slowest thing in miles. Maybe that's why Johnny didn't use it a lot, it sent his temper going that it took over ten minutes to open a site, let alone watch a video on YouTube. And yet, it didn't even occur to him to purchase a new, more efficient one. Why waste on something like that when he could be buying another guitar?

Anyway, John grabbed the shit Machine - let's call her Shitty - and headed for the nearest Starbucks. Internet connection. He walked while smoking a cigarette, took his time, watched the dogs stick their noses in the garbage, enjoyed the use of his old Eric Estrada shades. Walking was a pleasant thing to do. Johnny not often realized this kind of thing but that day he did and made a mental note to take more walks.

The Starbucks, as usual, was fucking crowded. Jonathan groaned and hesitated a bit before stepping in, having to wait for a group of people to exit the moment he pulled the door open. Finally out they were and he managed to get inside and reach one of the small tables in the back. Since he was there already and it smelled like coffee, John considered getting one, but the long line in front of the counter completely put him off. Bah. Anyway, all these flavours of coffee entirely confused him and even heroin was cheaper.

Perhaps he'd stand in line later.

Shitty took ages to start running. It gave John time to reconsider the queue, to tie his hair in a messy ponytail, to admire the cups and several other things. When Shitty was finally going, he attempted to send an e-mail to his father, which took another eon.

By this moment, Jonathan was so bored he started falling asleep against the window on his left. the weather was warm and the general buzz of conversation suddenly felt like a lullaby. He rested his head against the glass and told himself he'd close his eyes for a half of a minute. Only.

His arms relaxed and his legs stretched. The crap part is that they did in the exact moment that a person was attempting to get to an empty nearby table while balancing a croissant and a complicated-looking venti frappuccino. With John's legs unexpectedly in the way to unintentionally sabotage her journey, both the drink and the food went hitting the floor.

"fuck." Johnny was fully awake once more.