[Sheltered, huh? Johnny can't help but roll his eyes a little.

This guy is the walking embodiment of privilege, like a spoiled poodle wearing a 48K gold collar. He is the antithesis of everything Johnny represents, all packaged up in a tidy little package.

It's kind of hilarious.]

At least you had a room back then. Back when I was traveling with the nomads, the stars above served as my ceiling. Living with them was far from boring.

[That's mainly because they were either getting drunk, fucking, or killing. However, Johnny wisely decides to omit all that.]

But yeah, didn't have much of a home growing up.