OOM: Owning nothing
Jimmy wakes up alone and that's just fine. Puck's fun and had been great for taking his mind off what Parker had said to him. But now he's hungover and crashed from everything he'd taken yesterday, and the idea of trying to think of things to say that would hold the interest of the fairy...well, it makes his headache worse.
He doesn't understand. He'd played one of his songs for the guy, and he'd said that someone else wrote it. Why would he say that? Oh sure, he'd totally tried to backtrack afterwards, but Jimmy knows what he'd heard.
That's a Greenday song...
Who're Greenday? He doesn't get it. He might have hazy memories of a lot of things, but he's sure he remembers that day in Jesus' apartment where they'd smoked some wicked cool dope and conversation had turned to absent friends and that song had been the result.
I did write it. I did. What the fuck does he know anyway?
He looks at the guitar resting against the wall and has no desire to play. The hangover is bad and he still feels tired and he's confused as hell. He hates feeling this way. So he does what he usually does. Gets up and takes a shower, then downs an assortment of pills. They won't make him feel better, he knows. But they'll help him get through the day and sometimes, that's all that counts.