80 (Adie Please Keep Taking Me Away), chapter 38
Billie Joe started feeling consciousness register back with him, but in a way he wished it wouldn't because the despondency, anguish, misery, sickness, and soreness all in one came back with it. He just laid there not opening his eyes yet even though he could see the sun creep in between his shut eye lids. He didn't even think he could move he was in so much pain, in fact he didn't even want to try. He was surprised no one had found him yet, but then again he was still in an alley or at least he thought and hoped he still was. He was on his stomach cheek up against the concrete, but felt other stuff around him. It felt like garbage or something.. The pain was so intense he knew he had a few broken rips or fractured or whatever, they hurt like hell that's all he knew. He felt though a new found pain, like as if something sharp was digging into him like how a shovel digs into the ground but more intensely and it wasn't in the ground it was his body. It was in his upper thigh the pain was so excruciating, but he kind of go this mind off of that for a second. He felt like someone was rummaging through his back pocket at first he thought it was imagining it until he hears someone grunt. He didn't know whether to move or not to, if it was the people that jumped him last night and they were coming back to rob him as well because they assumed he was beaten to death or what.
He decided he would go for it and open his eyes what did he have to loose now? he was already beat down and pretty much brain dead by now. He opened his eyes which even that seemed to hurt to just open them. They revealed a bum taking his wallet out of his pocket taking money out of it.
"Man get the fuck off me." said Billie Joe attempting to kick him off. Billie Joe and the bum's eyes met for a second. The bum took what looked like a 10 dollar bill out of their and ran with the wallet. The guys that beat him up must have taken his money and forgot some because he had more then 10 bucks in there.
Now that all of his senses where coming back he tasted the bad dried up blood, the taste of rotten metal registered with his taste buds. He did his best to try and sit up. He looked around and everything was blurry and kind of spinning. His head felt like it got hit with a giant semi and then hit with demolition ball 10 times. As for his stomach and ribs man they just felt like hell. Every little thing that he moved felt like either he was being stabbed with a 1,000 knives or betting hit with a giant bolder or something. He groaned in pain. He looked at his hands he saw dried up blood cover his tattooed body and bruises the size of Alaska. Then the stinging sensation came back in his thigh. He looked down around the pile of garbage he was in. He dug though it to see what was jabbing into him. Finally after a bit of digging he found it. It was the sharp edge of a can half way into his thigh. After the guys must have beat him up they must have thrown him to the side in the garbage pile and the edge of the metal can must have been sticking up. He winced just looking at it and began to breath very heavily. He turned his head and put his hand on the can and scrunched up his face as he pulled it out. He screamed as he did this shrieking in pain. he felt the lump form in his throat as his face scrunched up. and his eyes beginning to water up from the pain. Then he felt the warming liquid soak into his pants and drip down his leg. At first he thought he might have pissed his pants or something from the pain, but then it dawned on him that it was his blood.
He couldn't just sit in an alley way all day, so he decided to get up the best he could. Getting up felt like his whole body was having a pressure repel against it and that his whole body was going to just collapse or something. He felt as he pressured his vert injured leg he felt the blood start to come out more rapidly and more painfully. He eased his hands on the wall for support to get up. After about 4 tries he succeed painfully, but he finally succeded. He looked down where he resided a few minutes ago. Their was blood scattered about, stained on the concrete, he could swear he could even see bits of his skin on the ground where he was getting the shit knocked out of him that night before. He even saw a piece of his chipped tooth on the ground.
He limped his way down the street in grief. At first he had no sense of direction, but he managed. He had no money, was bleeding and in pain, and didn't even know what time of the day it was or even if anyone had a clue the state of mind and physical condition he was in. Was all of this worth the torture? Should he just give all this up? Should he even continue his life at this point? He decided to take a long way home, he decided to by-pass 925 Gilman Street. The place that gave him salvation as a teenager where he once met girls he loved, played, was very successful. Now he was barely walking down a street, was in a fight with his wife, was going to be responsible for another human life, and is getting beat down for just being successful. He finally reached the corner of Gilman Street. He saw the brown building in the distance. He signed as he finally approached it taking a look at it. The state he as in now kind of reminded him of when the fucking skinheads would come and beat up all of the freaks or the "real punks" would come and beat them all up. Gilman was at times a scary place to be, he wasn't sure about now because they were exiled from there. He remembered that one night when him, Mike, and Tre were performing with Econochrist, and some other East Bay bands got into a nasty brawl with some skinheads, except he was in a much worse condition then then. He carried on taking a break every once in a while to rest his leg and his whole entire body which felt like it was carring a 100 tons of bricks which would make him collapse any second now.
About an hour later he finally reached his house. His whole body at this point felt like jell-o and gave out. He collapsed on the door and turned the knob. He collapsed on the ground crawling over to the couch.
"Oh my god Billie what happened?!" said Adrienne dropping the laundry basket and running over to help Billie Joe.
"Holy crap Billie your covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. Are you okay what happened?" said Adrienne beginning to cry. She took a look at her husband. You could just tell he was in pain intense pain. You could see the blood seeping through his clothes, which were ripped up and covered in dirt and garbage.
"Last night when I was walking these two guys jumped me. I became unconscious and woke up with a bum taking my wallet, and then noticed a metal can half way in my leg. Then after a couple attempts I got up and kind of waddled home." said Billie Joe out of breath and grasping onto different wounds in pain. As everyone in a while he would wail in pain as he would talk. Adrienne instantly got up and got a towel and some antibiotics and stuff to cover up his wounds.
"Billie I was worried sick about you. I called Mike and Tre thinking maybe you stayed at their place and well now they should be here any second, but I'm so sorry about everything." said Adrienne still crying as she cleaned up his wounds.
"Adie it'a ouch okay." said Billie Joe in pain as she put anti-biotic on a wound.
"You need to call the police and I think we're going to have to go to the hospital, because these are really bad." said Adrienne.
"No!" said Billie Joe very firmly.
"Billie look at you. You can barely walk let alone move.!" said Adrienne.
"Remember tonight we have to fly to Chicago for that benefit show." said Billie Joe.
"This is serious! I mean have you taken a look at yourself? You aren't in any condition to perform ot go anywhere." said Adrienne.
"Adie I have to. I need to get away from here from everything for a bit." said Billie Joe.
"Billie Joe-" began Adrienne but Billie Joe cut her off.
"Adie please come with me to Chicago for the weekend and everything. Get away from everything for a while." said Billie Joe. Adrienne took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip and looked at Billie Joe into the eyes. She could see he was serious. As much as she didn't want to or want him to go she decided to go for it to make him happy.
"Okay." said Adrienne looking down very softly.
"Do you think you could patch everything up without me having to go to the hospital?" asked Billie Joe.
"That one where you said the can went into you I think you should go to the hospital for because it was a metal can and it is deep and is still bleeding pretty bad." said Adrienne dabbing it with a rag as the blood absorbed into it like a sponge.
"Okay." said Billie Joe.
Mike and Tre ended up walking in the door.
"Holy Shit Billie what happened?" said Mike and Tre together. Billie Joe told them what happened. Mike, Billie Joe, and Adrienne all went to the hospital where Billie Joe had to get a shot and stitches for numerous wounds. Then when they got back they packed for Chicago. Then a ride from Reprise picked them all up as they went to Oakland's airport.
They were all sitting there waiting to board the plane. Something was very wrong with Billie Joe. Everyone noticed it. He was like he was in a daze and very disconsolate. They understood what he went through, but normally he bounced back from stuff rather quickly. It was like the spark in him was gone. He was sitting there looking at a piece of gum on the airport floor when he heard these people talking not t o far from him.
"Ya their fucking sellouts. I can't believe I ever even liked them. Maybe he got the picture last night after we beat the shit out of him." said a guy talking to another guy. Billie Joe looked up and turned and looked at him. They kind of gave him a devious smile. He knew those two they used to be good friends back in the day, but those days were long gone now.
"Damn we got him good." said the one.
Billie Joe felt all of his infuriation consume him and absorb into him. He felt all the antipathy ponder through his veins and his temper rising as the seconds passed. He would go over and punch them straight in the face, but he could barely walk let alone fight. He wouldn't have ahd time anyway because it was time for them to board.
He decided he would go for it and open his eyes what did he have to loose now? he was already beat down and pretty much brain dead by now. He opened his eyes which even that seemed to hurt to just open them. They revealed a bum taking his wallet out of his pocket taking money out of it.
"Man get the fuck off me." said Billie Joe attempting to kick him off. Billie Joe and the bum's eyes met for a second. The bum took what looked like a 10 dollar bill out of their and ran with the wallet. The guys that beat him up must have taken his money and forgot some because he had more then 10 bucks in there.
Now that all of his senses where coming back he tasted the bad dried up blood, the taste of rotten metal registered with his taste buds. He did his best to try and sit up. He looked around and everything was blurry and kind of spinning. His head felt like it got hit with a giant semi and then hit with demolition ball 10 times. As for his stomach and ribs man they just felt like hell. Every little thing that he moved felt like either he was being stabbed with a 1,000 knives or betting hit with a giant bolder or something. He groaned in pain. He looked at his hands he saw dried up blood cover his tattooed body and bruises the size of Alaska. Then the stinging sensation came back in his thigh. He looked down around the pile of garbage he was in. He dug though it to see what was jabbing into him. Finally after a bit of digging he found it. It was the sharp edge of a can half way into his thigh. After the guys must have beat him up they must have thrown him to the side in the garbage pile and the edge of the metal can must have been sticking up. He winced just looking at it and began to breath very heavily. He turned his head and put his hand on the can and scrunched up his face as he pulled it out. He screamed as he did this shrieking in pain. he felt the lump form in his throat as his face scrunched up. and his eyes beginning to water up from the pain. Then he felt the warming liquid soak into his pants and drip down his leg. At first he thought he might have pissed his pants or something from the pain, but then it dawned on him that it was his blood.
He couldn't just sit in an alley way all day, so he decided to get up the best he could. Getting up felt like his whole body was having a pressure repel against it and that his whole body was going to just collapse or something. He felt as he pressured his vert injured leg he felt the blood start to come out more rapidly and more painfully. He eased his hands on the wall for support to get up. After about 4 tries he succeed painfully, but he finally succeded. He looked down where he resided a few minutes ago. Their was blood scattered about, stained on the concrete, he could swear he could even see bits of his skin on the ground where he was getting the shit knocked out of him that night before. He even saw a piece of his chipped tooth on the ground.
He limped his way down the street in grief. At first he had no sense of direction, but he managed. He had no money, was bleeding and in pain, and didn't even know what time of the day it was or even if anyone had a clue the state of mind and physical condition he was in. Was all of this worth the torture? Should he just give all this up? Should he even continue his life at this point? He decided to take a long way home, he decided to by-pass 925 Gilman Street. The place that gave him salvation as a teenager where he once met girls he loved, played, was very successful. Now he was barely walking down a street, was in a fight with his wife, was going to be responsible for another human life, and is getting beat down for just being successful. He finally reached the corner of Gilman Street. He saw the brown building in the distance. He signed as he finally approached it taking a look at it. The state he as in now kind of reminded him of when the fucking skinheads would come and beat up all of the freaks or the "real punks" would come and beat them all up. Gilman was at times a scary place to be, he wasn't sure about now because they were exiled from there. He remembered that one night when him, Mike, and Tre were performing with Econochrist, and some other East Bay bands got into a nasty brawl with some skinheads, except he was in a much worse condition then then. He carried on taking a break every once in a while to rest his leg and his whole entire body which felt like it was carring a 100 tons of bricks which would make him collapse any second now.
About an hour later he finally reached his house. His whole body at this point felt like jell-o and gave out. He collapsed on the door and turned the knob. He collapsed on the ground crawling over to the couch.
"Oh my god Billie what happened?!" said Adrienne dropping the laundry basket and running over to help Billie Joe.
"Holy crap Billie your covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. Are you okay what happened?" said Adrienne beginning to cry. She took a look at her husband. You could just tell he was in pain intense pain. You could see the blood seeping through his clothes, which were ripped up and covered in dirt and garbage.
"Last night when I was walking these two guys jumped me. I became unconscious and woke up with a bum taking my wallet, and then noticed a metal can half way in my leg. Then after a couple attempts I got up and kind of waddled home." said Billie Joe out of breath and grasping onto different wounds in pain. As everyone in a while he would wail in pain as he would talk. Adrienne instantly got up and got a towel and some antibiotics and stuff to cover up his wounds.
"Billie I was worried sick about you. I called Mike and Tre thinking maybe you stayed at their place and well now they should be here any second, but I'm so sorry about everything." said Adrienne still crying as she cleaned up his wounds.
"Adie it'a ouch okay." said Billie Joe in pain as she put anti-biotic on a wound.
"You need to call the police and I think we're going to have to go to the hospital, because these are really bad." said Adrienne.
"No!" said Billie Joe very firmly.
"Billie look at you. You can barely walk let alone move.!" said Adrienne.
"Remember tonight we have to fly to Chicago for that benefit show." said Billie Joe.
"This is serious! I mean have you taken a look at yourself? You aren't in any condition to perform ot go anywhere." said Adrienne.
"Adie I have to. I need to get away from here from everything for a bit." said Billie Joe.
"Billie Joe-" began Adrienne but Billie Joe cut her off.
"Adie please come with me to Chicago for the weekend and everything. Get away from everything for a while." said Billie Joe. Adrienne took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip and looked at Billie Joe into the eyes. She could see he was serious. As much as she didn't want to or want him to go she decided to go for it to make him happy.
"Okay." said Adrienne looking down very softly.
"Do you think you could patch everything up without me having to go to the hospital?" asked Billie Joe.
"That one where you said the can went into you I think you should go to the hospital for because it was a metal can and it is deep and is still bleeding pretty bad." said Adrienne dabbing it with a rag as the blood absorbed into it like a sponge.
"Okay." said Billie Joe.
Mike and Tre ended up walking in the door.
"Holy Shit Billie what happened?" said Mike and Tre together. Billie Joe told them what happened. Mike, Billie Joe, and Adrienne all went to the hospital where Billie Joe had to get a shot and stitches for numerous wounds. Then when they got back they packed for Chicago. Then a ride from Reprise picked them all up as they went to Oakland's airport.
They were all sitting there waiting to board the plane. Something was very wrong with Billie Joe. Everyone noticed it. He was like he was in a daze and very disconsolate. They understood what he went through, but normally he bounced back from stuff rather quickly. It was like the spark in him was gone. He was sitting there looking at a piece of gum on the airport floor when he heard these people talking not t o far from him.
"Ya their fucking sellouts. I can't believe I ever even liked them. Maybe he got the picture last night after we beat the shit out of him." said a guy talking to another guy. Billie Joe looked up and turned and looked at him. They kind of gave him a devious smile. He knew those two they used to be good friends back in the day, but those days were long gone now.
"Damn we got him good." said the one.
Billie Joe felt all of his infuriation consume him and absorb into him. He felt all the antipathy ponder through his veins and his temper rising as the seconds passed. He would go over and punch them straight in the face, but he could barely walk let alone fight. He wouldn't have ahd time anyway because it was time for them to board.
