The One Mike Dirnt Story, chapter 1
This story stars like any other story, about a man, in a place which I like to call, Oakland Californa, or as he calls it, home.
So our story begins here...
Mike dirnt was laying on a couch, in a gruby little apartment. He's been living like this for about a month. He's about 19, something in that rejoing.
He's getting used to it.
Some peopel says he's anorexic, but he's got that look that says:
"I'm not anorexic, trust me,"
A knock at the door, brought him back to reality.
"Money collecting," said a voice, at the other side of the door. Mike rolled off the couch.
"OH SHIT!" Mike shouted as he hit the floor. He got up and started scambling around for some money.
Now, the rent was $20, Mike gets $30, he needs the $10 to eat, but that was about to change.
Mike opened up the door, being craeful not to let the man see too much of the apartment.
If he did, then he would tell the landlord and the landlord would kick him out.
Mike was not exaclty what you would call 'house trainable'.
"Here you go," said Mike handing the bloke the money.
"Thanks," the man was about to go when he said "Oh the rent is going to go up next week,"
"What? how much up?"
"$40,"
"WHAT?! I only get $30, I need that $10 to eat!"
The man shrugged.
"Sorry pal, I just collect the money, I don't maek the rules," and with that he wlaked away.
Mike closed the door, very slowly, he slumped down on the floor, how could he survive if he didn't get anything to survive on?
Next morning, Mike went to work, it was a plesant job enough, a little job working at the main shop, hey it's not perfect but you got to have something.
Half way through the day, Mike plucked up the courage to ask the manger if he could have a little raise.
The manager named Steve, who was a kind and gentale man, lived at the same block of falst as Mike so he understood the rent, he felt sorry for Mike.
He gave Mike $50 so he could pay off the rent, and by something to eat.
For some strange reson, Steve called him 'Tiger'
The day before, he asked Mike this.
"How ya doing tiger?" Mike, who was small, compared to this bloke, who was about 6 foot! always brought a smile to Mike's thin face.
"I'm alright," Steve was worried about Mike's condition, evere since Mike had got the job about two years ago.
"Did you have anything to eat today?"
Mike shook his head, sometimes he would go without food.
"Here you go," he wispared as he took out a small browm bag, which contained:
A small apple, some fruit juice, and two snadwiches.
"Thanks," Mike would say, then he would go into the back room, eat it, then get back to work.
After work, Mike would run back to his apartment and flop down on the couch, watching tv or fixing it, one or the other, tonight it was fixing it.
Next week came soon enough...
So our story begins here...
Mike dirnt was laying on a couch, in a gruby little apartment. He's been living like this for about a month. He's about 19, something in that rejoing.
He's getting used to it.
Some peopel says he's anorexic, but he's got that look that says:
"I'm not anorexic, trust me,"
A knock at the door, brought him back to reality.
"Money collecting," said a voice, at the other side of the door. Mike rolled off the couch.
"OH SHIT!" Mike shouted as he hit the floor. He got up and started scambling around for some money.
Now, the rent was $20, Mike gets $30, he needs the $10 to eat, but that was about to change.
Mike opened up the door, being craeful not to let the man see too much of the apartment.
If he did, then he would tell the landlord and the landlord would kick him out.
Mike was not exaclty what you would call 'house trainable'.
"Here you go," said Mike handing the bloke the money.
"Thanks," the man was about to go when he said "Oh the rent is going to go up next week,"
"What? how much up?"
"$40,"
"WHAT?! I only get $30, I need that $10 to eat!"
The man shrugged.
"Sorry pal, I just collect the money, I don't maek the rules," and with that he wlaked away.
Mike closed the door, very slowly, he slumped down on the floor, how could he survive if he didn't get anything to survive on?
Next morning, Mike went to work, it was a plesant job enough, a little job working at the main shop, hey it's not perfect but you got to have something.
Half way through the day, Mike plucked up the courage to ask the manger if he could have a little raise.
The manager named Steve, who was a kind and gentale man, lived at the same block of falst as Mike so he understood the rent, he felt sorry for Mike.
He gave Mike $50 so he could pay off the rent, and by something to eat.
For some strange reson, Steve called him 'Tiger'
The day before, he asked Mike this.
"How ya doing tiger?" Mike, who was small, compared to this bloke, who was about 6 foot! always brought a smile to Mike's thin face.
"I'm alright," Steve was worried about Mike's condition, evere since Mike had got the job about two years ago.
"Did you have anything to eat today?"
Mike shook his head, sometimes he would go without food.
"Here you go," he wispared as he took out a small browm bag, which contained:
A small apple, some fruit juice, and two snadwiches.
"Thanks," Mike would say, then he would go into the back room, eat it, then get back to work.
After work, Mike would run back to his apartment and flop down on the couch, watching tv or fixing it, one or the other, tonight it was fixing it.
Next week came soon enough...
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