Johnny picked himself up and wandered out of the quaint motel of which he was staying. He lit a cigarette and proceeded to enjoy what he thought was going to be a particularly good morning after a particularly rough night. 

This was exactly when some idiot nerd walked up to him. I don’t even know what the guy was thinking approaching Johnny like that, but nonetheless that’s what the kid did. Through the hangover headache, Johnny could barely remember what the small little kid had said to him, but after further recollection he was pretty sure it was something along the lines of.

“You are out of the crew”. 

What a bunch of nonsense. Didn’t they see the potential that Johnny could bring? Even as the humble narrator, I was shocked upon learning of these events and to this day I feel like Johnny had under-reacted to such blatant disrespect. 

He had taken an oath. And by doing so they had taken an oath to him. That was when Johnny realized that “loyalties” and “oaths” were a sheep's game. Johnny was a wolf, and he wouldn’t stand for it.

Johnny spent a few moments in the rusty motel shower and exited. He thought he knew where he could find a crew that wouldn’t shy away when things got hairy. 

So Johnny hit the streets searching for…

Well. I can’t spoil the whole story now can I? If I did. What kind of narrator would I be? Probably a bad one.