The Joke Is Over (Sequel to Late Night Partiers), chapter 4
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Billie answered the door and saw the officer staring at him, "Yes, may I help you Offassers.. Officer."
He gave Billie a slight glare and said, "We need to take Mr. Dirnt down to the station for some questioning.. And another comment like that you will come down to the station for some time, Mr. Armstrong."
"Sorry.. It's a bad habit," said Billie Joe.
"Sure, well, uh... We need Mr. Dirnt," said the officer as Mike walked up to them. The officer cuffed him and took him to the car.
"Don't worry Mike!" yelled Billie Joe, he stood in the doorway and stared at the car as it disappeared down the street..
Mike looked out of the window and tried to wonder how this actually happened. Then he thought, 'When they asked me why I did this.. I will say, It was all in self defense. He pointed it at me then Billie...And the other guy which is still on the loose did shoot at me...' He looked out the window then into the rear veiw mirror. The officerin the passenger seat looked at him.
He said, "What's wrong Mr. Dirnt... Never been in a cruiser before?"
'Smart ass,' thought Mike then he said, "I'm just a little confused.."
"Why are you confused?" he tonted.
The officer that brought him to the car looked at the other one and said, "You better shut the fuck up... He didn't do a thing to you.."
Mike looked at the driver in confusion and smiled to send him a quick, "Thanks.."
"He's gone through enough, and your not suspose to ask him wuestions until we get to the station, Officer Mickenly" he continued.
"Oh excuse me, Serge," said Mickenly.
"One more comment like that your body will be sailing out that door.. Who gave you this damn job anyways!?" asked Serge keeping his eyes on the road.
"My father," said Mickenly as Mike was watching in confusion in the back seat.
"I am above you and your father," said Serge stopping the car. "We are here.."
Serge and Mickenly got out of the car. Serge got Mike from the back seat, "Follow me Mr. Dirnt."
Mike followed him into the questioning room. Mike waited there with a cold coffee for about an hour or two before anyone ever came in the room. It was officer Mickenly.
"Ok, Mr. Dirnt. I need you to answer some simple questions," he said walking towards Mike. Then he went back to his seat, "Whats your real name?"
"Michael Ryan Pritchard."
"How old are you?"
"33."
"Have you ever been to jail before?"
"No."
"How long have you been a recedent in California?"
"I've lived in California all my life."
"Did you or did you not shoot that man?"
Mike mumbled.
"What!?"
"I did... In self defense."
"What did he do to you!?"
"He tried to shoot me as soon as I entered the room.. Then he pointed the gun at me then my friend Billie Joe Armstrong.. He almost pulled the trigger, and..."
"And what!?" said Mickenly as he ran over to Mike getting right in his face. "And what Mike!?"
Serge came in the room, "Stand down!.... Stand down Mickenly!"
"Why should I Serge!?" yelled Mickenly looking at Serge.
"Don't you question me Maggot!!" yelled Serge. "I'm taking over this questioning session if you can't contain yourself, Officer Mickenly!!"
Mickenly left the room, "Sorry about that, Mickenly gets a little too into it..... His father is the same way.. Anways, Mr. Dirnt, I just want to know the reason behind the shooting.."
"I shot him because he tried to shoot me and my friend.. He tried to shoot me when I enetered the room," said Mike looking at the cup that Serge was drinking from..
"Who was your friend that was with you?"
"Billie Joe Armstrong, Sir."
"I'd like to thank you for getting the man we have been looking for.. Except his partner in crime.."
"Are you going to bring Billie in for questioning?" asked Mike.
"We already have him here Mr. Dirnt," said Serge. "Mickenly has him in the other room," he had a smirk on his face.
"Sir.. Why are you laughing?" asked Mike trying to be respectful.
"I'm waiting for Mr. Armstrong to beat the shit out of Mickenly," he laughed.
The door swung open and Mickenly walked through it. He had a black eye and a busted lip. Serge laughed even harder, "Someone did what I have been dying to do for five years!"
Mike laughed but didn't make it too obivious.
Billie answered the door and saw the officer staring at him, "Yes, may I help you Offassers.. Officer."
He gave Billie a slight glare and said, "We need to take Mr. Dirnt down to the station for some questioning.. And another comment like that you will come down to the station for some time, Mr. Armstrong."
"Sorry.. It's a bad habit," said Billie Joe.
"Sure, well, uh... We need Mr. Dirnt," said the officer as Mike walked up to them. The officer cuffed him and took him to the car.
"Don't worry Mike!" yelled Billie Joe, he stood in the doorway and stared at the car as it disappeared down the street..
Mike looked out of the window and tried to wonder how this actually happened. Then he thought, 'When they asked me why I did this.. I will say, It was all in self defense. He pointed it at me then Billie...And the other guy which is still on the loose did shoot at me...' He looked out the window then into the rear veiw mirror. The officerin the passenger seat looked at him.
He said, "What's wrong Mr. Dirnt... Never been in a cruiser before?"
'Smart ass,' thought Mike then he said, "I'm just a little confused.."
"Why are you confused?" he tonted.
The officer that brought him to the car looked at the other one and said, "You better shut the fuck up... He didn't do a thing to you.."
Mike looked at the driver in confusion and smiled to send him a quick, "Thanks.."
"He's gone through enough, and your not suspose to ask him wuestions until we get to the station, Officer Mickenly" he continued.
"Oh excuse me, Serge," said Mickenly.
"One more comment like that your body will be sailing out that door.. Who gave you this damn job anyways!?" asked Serge keeping his eyes on the road.
"My father," said Mickenly as Mike was watching in confusion in the back seat.
"I am above you and your father," said Serge stopping the car. "We are here.."
Serge and Mickenly got out of the car. Serge got Mike from the back seat, "Follow me Mr. Dirnt."
Mike followed him into the questioning room. Mike waited there with a cold coffee for about an hour or two before anyone ever came in the room. It was officer Mickenly.
"Ok, Mr. Dirnt. I need you to answer some simple questions," he said walking towards Mike. Then he went back to his seat, "Whats your real name?"
"Michael Ryan Pritchard."
"How old are you?"
"33."
"Have you ever been to jail before?"
"No."
"How long have you been a recedent in California?"
"I've lived in California all my life."
"Did you or did you not shoot that man?"
Mike mumbled.
"What!?"
"I did... In self defense."
"What did he do to you!?"
"He tried to shoot me as soon as I entered the room.. Then he pointed the gun at me then my friend Billie Joe Armstrong.. He almost pulled the trigger, and..."
"And what!?" said Mickenly as he ran over to Mike getting right in his face. "And what Mike!?"
Serge came in the room, "Stand down!.... Stand down Mickenly!"
"Why should I Serge!?" yelled Mickenly looking at Serge.
"Don't you question me Maggot!!" yelled Serge. "I'm taking over this questioning session if you can't contain yourself, Officer Mickenly!!"
Mickenly left the room, "Sorry about that, Mickenly gets a little too into it..... His father is the same way.. Anways, Mr. Dirnt, I just want to know the reason behind the shooting.."
"I shot him because he tried to shoot me and my friend.. He tried to shoot me when I enetered the room," said Mike looking at the cup that Serge was drinking from..
"Who was your friend that was with you?"
"Billie Joe Armstrong, Sir."
"I'd like to thank you for getting the man we have been looking for.. Except his partner in crime.."
"Are you going to bring Billie in for questioning?" asked Mike.
"We already have him here Mr. Dirnt," said Serge. "Mickenly has him in the other room," he had a smirk on his face.
"Sir.. Why are you laughing?" asked Mike trying to be respectful.
"I'm waiting for Mr. Armstrong to beat the shit out of Mickenly," he laughed.
The door swung open and Mickenly walked through it. He had a black eye and a busted lip. Serge laughed even harder, "Someone did what I have been dying to do for five years!"
Mike laughed but didn't make it too obivious.
