Still waiting... always waiting.
Waiting for the sun to set. Waiting for his time to come. Waiting. Ever waiting. It's like the story of his life. Wait for this. Wait for that. Well Johnny was sick of waiting. His life and his needs were more important than what other people perceived as 'right' or 'objectionable'. There were things he yearned for - even if he couldn't comprehend all of the reasons why. Even if he barely knew the reasons why.
He overheard one doctor say he was sick a while ago. He didn't know what the hell he had caught, but he knew it made him different... but honestly he didn't give two shits if he was different, as long as he got what he wanted in the end. That's all that mattered to him.