How St. Mikey came to be

Okay, so maybe a few of you have noticed that I changed my name again. I changed it to St. Mikey.

I'm going to tell you why:

It was the week before Halloween, and my friend let me borrow her old glasses. However, so long as I wore them, she called me "Mikey" because apparently they made me look like Mikey Way. And I apparently act like him and like a lot of the same stuff and stuff. We pass notes to each other a lot, make em in class and hand em to each other in the halls, y'know, and she would address mine to Mikey all day. So after a while, I just put on the back "From Mikey. (I'm keeping the nickname now. And the glasses.)"

That's how I got the whole "Mikey" thing going. Now for the rest:

It was about yesterday. I started listening to Green Day a fuck of a lot more again, and I listened mostly to St. Jimmy, cause I can really relate to that guy, y'know? So, I kept listening to it, and it kept sounding more like me. I told my friends to start calling me "St. Mikey" instead of just plain old "Mikey."

Also, I'm in denial a lot. A LOT. About EVERYTHING. Good things, bad things, things that don't matter... I'm in denial about EVERYTHING at one point or another. For quite a while I was even in denial about being in denial and how much I'm in denial. I love the song St. Jimmy. So, I was renamed, "St. Mikey: The Patron Saint of the Denial" and I really like the name. I just hope I can get everyone to call me that. There's a lot of other reasons, too. Like, I like sushi, and I'm gonna work at Borders someday, and I love Starbucks coffee, Nd I straighten my hair, and I may even learn to play bass. Who knows? But anyways, that's how my nickname came to be, and how the rebel known as St. Mikey was born into the world and into society, to dismantle the establishment and make the authorities' lives a living hell.

Also, there are a lot of people who look up to me, and who may even see me as some sort of saint. I want to help people, the people who've been put down, pushed around, and never seen the light of day. I'm going to use my music and my shenanigans and my rebelliousness to help those who really need help, those who nobody cares about, who always get shit because they're different. Who knows? My "evil ways" and destruction may serve a greater purpose than just giving authorities hell. It might jsut help those who need it most. And isn't helping people who need it what being a saint is all about?