The Truth About Dogs, chapter 15
I was still looking over the bridge, trying to figure out how in the hell that stupid dog managed to just disappear. Not only was he like a fucking zombie dog, but he was also like an evil superman... dog... or something like that.
I could hear the animal lover screaming in his cell phone behind me.
"YES! He just THREW a dog over the Bay Bridge! What? Yes, I think he's a psycho! He said something about the dog being evil."
I just ignored the comments. That guy didn't understand this dog. Nobody does. I'm not trying to be emo about it, but still. It upsets me. I stared back at the water again, hoping to maybe see Pecker's body floating in the water or at least the tapes...
I didn't realize how long I had been staring until I could hear the police behind me. I laughed to myself as they were "approaching with care." I suppose that people thinking that I could actually be crazy is useful.
"Sir? Sir?" a policeman started, "Holy shit! That's Billie Joe Armstrong!"
Or maybe not... Damnit. What would happen if people that still listen to my band found out I was some crazy freak that threw a dog over the Bay Bridge? I suppose the cat people would be happy... Well, I guess I won't play the crazy card, then.
I turned around, and almost shit myself as all the police officers pulled out their guns on me.
"Put down any weapons you might have!"
I rolled my eyes, "If I had any weapons, don't you think I would have used them on the dog instead of throwing him over the fucking bridge?"
"Sir, you have to cooperate with us! If you don't have any weapons, then turn around and put your arms above your head."
I decided to listen to them. So I did what they told me.
"Good... Now lay down on the ground with your hands behind your head."
Damnit. Why couldn't they arrest me standing up? These are my good clothes! Oh well. Once again, I did as I was told. Not more than 5 seconds later, about ten fat ass cops jumped on me and put my hands in cuffs. They pulled me up, stuffed me into the back of a car, and drove away.
I suppose it was all right that they still thought I was crazy. I got to go into my own cell.
When it was time to call someone, I called the only person I knew that could help me out...
I could hear the animal lover screaming in his cell phone behind me.
"YES! He just THREW a dog over the Bay Bridge! What? Yes, I think he's a psycho! He said something about the dog being evil."
I just ignored the comments. That guy didn't understand this dog. Nobody does. I'm not trying to be emo about it, but still. It upsets me. I stared back at the water again, hoping to maybe see Pecker's body floating in the water or at least the tapes...
I didn't realize how long I had been staring until I could hear the police behind me. I laughed to myself as they were "approaching with care." I suppose that people thinking that I could actually be crazy is useful.
"Sir? Sir?" a policeman started, "Holy shit! That's Billie Joe Armstrong!"
Or maybe not... Damnit. What would happen if people that still listen to my band found out I was some crazy freak that threw a dog over the Bay Bridge? I suppose the cat people would be happy... Well, I guess I won't play the crazy card, then.
I turned around, and almost shit myself as all the police officers pulled out their guns on me.
"Put down any weapons you might have!"
I rolled my eyes, "If I had any weapons, don't you think I would have used them on the dog instead of throwing him over the fucking bridge?"
"Sir, you have to cooperate with us! If you don't have any weapons, then turn around and put your arms above your head."
I decided to listen to them. So I did what they told me.
"Good... Now lay down on the ground with your hands behind your head."
Damnit. Why couldn't they arrest me standing up? These are my good clothes! Oh well. Once again, I did as I was told. Not more than 5 seconds later, about ten fat ass cops jumped on me and put my hands in cuffs. They pulled me up, stuffed me into the back of a car, and drove away.
I suppose it was all right that they still thought I was crazy. I got to go into my own cell.
When it was time to call someone, I called the only person I knew that could help me out...
