Haven’t even thought of him for years. Went to Philly after he left. Smoked the money he left me in crack. Met a guy who told me he loved me. Put me out to... you know.

Heard today they found him dead. My pimp. Johnny left me this website, plus the money he’d hoped I’d use for a happy life. 

Weird thing. Now I’m back at Johnny’s Last Chance Garage.

And I guess it really IS time to tell you his story.