Jesse Pinkman

It's not, like, something he does every week, but sometimes, just sometimes, Jesse finds himself with a free night on the same night there's a meeting at this one church in town. He knows not everybody's religious or whatever— he's not, that's for sure— but they always seem to do these things in church basements anyway.

He doesn't go in, instead hanging around outside smoking a couple of cigarettes from a fresh pack he just picked up. He hasn't used in a long time now, even though he still thinks about it sometimes, but it's been even longer since he walked inside of one of these. Not since that one kid died and Jesse was sure he got smoked while trying to score... after a guy at one of these fucked up.

It's not fucking worth it. Not if they can't help a kid who needs it.

Still, he ends up outside them, most of the time for the whole time people are meeting inside, getting their chips, not giving their last names, drinking their shitty coffee...

It's only when people start filing out that he tosses his cigarette, crushing the butt under the toe of his sneaker and figures he'd better bounce.

He's gotta stop doing this, or somebody's gonna think he's like, a stalker or something.