“Jonny! JONNY!” bellowed Jonathan Smith Sr., banging on the apartment door. “Goddamnit Jonny, open the fucking door!” he banged on the door again, the green flakes on the faded door reverberating. “I know you’re in there.” Jonathan heard his son scuffling inside, hastily making way towards the door. He could hear his son, Jonathan “Jonny” Smith Jr. clumsily fiddling with the latches on the other side of the door, cursing under his breath every time he fumbled. Jonathan flung the door open, almost knocking over Jonny, and barged right in. “What took you so long?” Jonathan said, and went straight to the only bedroom in the apartment, not waiting for an answer. ...
Injurious to health if taken seriously. Potential NSFSP, read at your own discretion. Don't tell my mom.
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