nevergonnasimpyoumikey:The other problem was that after the naps he was filled with nervous energy,
nevergonnasimpyoumikey:The other problem was that after the naps he was filled with nervous energy, the kind that unwantedly reminded him of a certain ghost from his past. Usually he had to get out of the house and drive far, far away. Once he drove up to the Vinewood sign in the middle of the night, sat on the hood of his car and looked over Los Santos. The lights and the size of city used to amaze him; all the possibilities he thought he and his family would have here used to charm him, make him look forward to a future of security and calmness. He took out his earphones and nervously put on In The Air Tonight. God, he had been 16 when the song came out. Michael Townley, the trailer trash kid with a bright future ahead of him, had taken this song to his heart. Now it barely resonated in the emptiness of Michael De Santa. Images of Sorrow, Pictures of Delight on Ao3***If depressed Michael (and a love letter to Phil Collins is your thing), go have a read! Also go check out the amazing @prim42 who made me cry this beautiful piece of art. <3 -- source link
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