They Got Me Through it All
It was my 10th birthday, and my favorite band was All American Rejects, I adored them, the upbeat lyrics, holding on, and the guys voice.
I was just so ober happy to go and get their album at Hastings with my birthday money, I picked it up and was walking to the registar wit my mom when my dad caught my arm and said:
Dad:"Look the new Green Day album."
Me: Okay
Dad: Don't you wanna get it?
Me: Nope
Dad: Why not?
Me: I don't know who they are
Dad: Yes you do, I use to play you the Dookie album, I had you convinced that they based it off your Uncle Duke
Me: Nuh -huh I didn't buy it
Dad: Like fun you didn't, come on Moon Beam, lets get it, will play it in the car, why you go to spend the rest of your money, it's cheeper then that one you have and I'm sure much better, come on Magg Pie
I huffed scrunched my nose and said
Me: Fiiiiiiine
I was such a daddy's girl that I would have bought three copies of the damn thing if he asked, but I'm glad he did
as soon as I got in the car, and heard the first amplfied, angry cords I was hooked and in love. The next day I begged to get more, I decided to work my way up, I went adn bought their first album
1000SmoothedOutSlappyHours
I saw Billie Joe's face and swore I would marry him, but remember I was only 10
I started writing more, working on my poetry, and stories, or songs.
When I turned 12 my parents relationship went through a rough storm, they were seprated for a couple of weeks, and I was alone.
I didn't have friends I could explain my problems through, finding out that I liked both girls and boys, hidding it, litsning to my parents fight.
I thought of killing myself a lot, but I would put in Kerplunk or one of their albums and feel okay, like the everlasting fall off the face of the earth had paused and my world was in balance again.
By that time I had all of their albums and new every song by heart, even Platypus( I Hate You) mostly the long line of foul comments.
Me and my father were in and argument and I recited the line, his jaw fell and then a hand came across my face.
As I was 13 things where still pretty bad, I was forced into a school where I was so outcasted I cried myself to sleep a couple of times from the overwhealming lonlieness, and teasing, the weed, and booze. (but those were really on my own acord)
But Billie Joe's voice, Guitar, Mike's Bass, and Tre's drums made it all seem okay, and silly to cry over such things.
I learned everything about them, as much as I could, yeah I could be called obssessed.
Then my uncle Moss, died of cancer, and my sister was in rehab. my parentes disapointment for me, and anger piled on my shoulders, I didn't know if I could take it. And hearing all the awful things they would say about Gays, and Bi's. I was a very scattered person at the time.
But I'm putting myself back together, and making sure my heads on straight this time.
My dad now says somtimes "Maybe I should have just let you get that other damn CD."
I have gone through confuesion, lonlieness, anger, hate, suicidal, love, pain, joy, and pleasure.
And they have got me through it all.
This year might not have been the roughest, but it was a hell of a ride and they have been the only ones I've counted on.
Thank God for Green Day.
Thank God for Billie Joe.
Thank God for Mike.
And Thank God for Tr'e!
I know they'll be with me through the next patch of terror, and I'm ready to take it on.
I was just so ober happy to go and get their album at Hastings with my birthday money, I picked it up and was walking to the registar wit my mom when my dad caught my arm and said:
Dad:"Look the new Green Day album."
Me: Okay
Dad: Don't you wanna get it?
Me: Nope
Dad: Why not?
Me: I don't know who they are
Dad: Yes you do, I use to play you the Dookie album, I had you convinced that they based it off your Uncle Duke
Me: Nuh -huh I didn't buy it
Dad: Like fun you didn't, come on Moon Beam, lets get it, will play it in the car, why you go to spend the rest of your money, it's cheeper then that one you have and I'm sure much better, come on Magg Pie
I huffed scrunched my nose and said
Me: Fiiiiiiine
I was such a daddy's girl that I would have bought three copies of the damn thing if he asked, but I'm glad he did
as soon as I got in the car, and heard the first amplfied, angry cords I was hooked and in love. The next day I begged to get more, I decided to work my way up, I went adn bought their first album
1000SmoothedOutSlappyHours
I saw Billie Joe's face and swore I would marry him, but remember I was only 10
I started writing more, working on my poetry, and stories, or songs.
When I turned 12 my parents relationship went through a rough storm, they were seprated for a couple of weeks, and I was alone.
I didn't have friends I could explain my problems through, finding out that I liked both girls and boys, hidding it, litsning to my parents fight.
I thought of killing myself a lot, but I would put in Kerplunk or one of their albums and feel okay, like the everlasting fall off the face of the earth had paused and my world was in balance again.
By that time I had all of their albums and new every song by heart, even Platypus( I Hate You) mostly the long line of foul comments.
Me and my father were in and argument and I recited the line, his jaw fell and then a hand came across my face.
As I was 13 things where still pretty bad, I was forced into a school where I was so outcasted I cried myself to sleep a couple of times from the overwhealming lonlieness, and teasing, the weed, and booze. (but those were really on my own acord)
But Billie Joe's voice, Guitar, Mike's Bass, and Tre's drums made it all seem okay, and silly to cry over such things.
I learned everything about them, as much as I could, yeah I could be called obssessed.
Then my uncle Moss, died of cancer, and my sister was in rehab. my parentes disapointment for me, and anger piled on my shoulders, I didn't know if I could take it. And hearing all the awful things they would say about Gays, and Bi's. I was a very scattered person at the time.
But I'm putting myself back together, and making sure my heads on straight this time.
My dad now says somtimes "Maybe I should have just let you get that other damn CD."
I have gone through confuesion, lonlieness, anger, hate, suicidal, love, pain, joy, and pleasure.
And they have got me through it all.
This year might not have been the roughest, but it was a hell of a ride and they have been the only ones I've counted on.
Thank God for Green Day.
Thank God for Billie Joe.
Thank God for Mike.
And Thank God for Tr'e!
I know they'll be with me through the next patch of terror, and I'm ready to take it on.
