[ Jesus. He's a kid and he honestly has that much of a hangup about it? Shit, Jesse can't help feeling sorry for him. 'You oughta be enjoying yourself at your age, man' is what the amped up part of him wants to start trying to persuade him. Even with how amped up he is, that disgusted look of Ronan's makes it clear he better not push it.

So, Jesse is silent for a few moments while sniffing and wiping his nose in between a drag of his cigarette. His nose is starting to feel a little numb. He's already itching for another bump. He's probably walking faster than he realises, brimming with energy. And, unable to stand the silence because it's so loud in his coked out head, he finds himself starting to ramble, his words coming out faster than they normally do: ]

No way could I do the whole Catholic thing, man. Y'know, having all that guilt about stuff that ain't even your fault. Wanting things that just come natural to you but feeling like there's always some big, scary guy standing over your shoulder, watchin' your every move. [ Another pinching wipe of his nose, another sniff. ] I mean, how d'you know when it's enough, yo? Y'know, praying for forgiveness and all that? Or doing the whole… contrition thing or whatever it was you said it's called? How do you know when you've done enough to put things right? 'Cause it just seems to me like God's just endlessly pissed off at everything you think or do or say. I don't get the point in that. It's like… [ A pause to take a drag of his smoke. ] Seems to me like it doesn't matter what you do, doesn't matter how much you try to make up for your sins or whatever. It's just never gonna be enough and you're just never gonna be good enough for this God you gotta endlessly please. Don't you don't sick of it? Just being like… endlessly beaten up by this God? Don't it make you feel worthless?