[ That's because U OLD, Steve. Generation gap, and shit. But all the same, Johnny is pleased that they're working well together -- he learns Steve's style very quickly, old-school and unyielding but creative; while Johnny's is about the same but flashier, and for some reason they end up complementing each other.

Johnny's younger, hot-headed and reckless and rash, innately intelligent in ways that a good dose of discipline could have better fostered. He smiles, pushing his own fatigue to the sides -- he's lasting longer now, pushing himself further can't hurt. ]

I'm thinking we could also bring in more wood, too. You can rip 'em off and I'll dry 'em out; keep the fires burning even when I'm not around. What do you think?