The One Mike Dirnt Story, chapter 2
Soon enough, next week came, and Mike got the $50. And again he had enough just to by enough food.
Sometimes, he would sell stuff, just to get a little more money to eat.
Sometimes he would look in a dumpstar for something to eat!
Tonight he's lucky... Half a chickin!
He gingerly picked it out with his long, bony hands.
"Ahh finally!" he shouted, he attraced some strange looks, and some people said "Bloddy street trash!" or something in the forming of that.
But Mike didn't care.
As long as he got something to eat he didn't care.
He looked around, till he found a plastic bag, he put his prize in the bag and raced back to his apartment, bag agaisnt his thumping heart.
When he got back the chicken was stone cold, but again, Mike didn't care.
He flicked on the lightswitch, and took out the chicken.
After he finished, he was wondering what to do with the carcus, I mean he couldn't leave it laying around.
He saw a open window.
"Mmm," he said or whatever as he walked over to the window. He was pleased enough, when he dropped it and it went straight in the bin!
"SCORE!" he shouted sticking his head back into the window.
He managed to find a palce on the couch and went to sleep...
When he woke up, all he saw was bright lights.
"What the fuck?" he said to himself. kind of.
The lights went down and Mike saw he was in the county hospital.
"Why am I here?" he asked to the doctor, who slightly jumped.
"Oh! Mike, I see your awake!"
"Yes, but you didn't answer my quetsion,"
"Oh sorry, Mike you are going to have a new life from now on," and with that the doctor walked out of the room.
"Okay.... Either I've lost it or the whole frigging world's lost it! or maybe both!"
Sometimes, he would sell stuff, just to get a little more money to eat.
Sometimes he would look in a dumpstar for something to eat!
Tonight he's lucky... Half a chickin!
He gingerly picked it out with his long, bony hands.
"Ahh finally!" he shouted, he attraced some strange looks, and some people said "Bloddy street trash!" or something in the forming of that.
But Mike didn't care.
As long as he got something to eat he didn't care.
He looked around, till he found a plastic bag, he put his prize in the bag and raced back to his apartment, bag agaisnt his thumping heart.
When he got back the chicken was stone cold, but again, Mike didn't care.
He flicked on the lightswitch, and took out the chicken.
After he finished, he was wondering what to do with the carcus, I mean he couldn't leave it laying around.
He saw a open window.
"Mmm," he said or whatever as he walked over to the window. He was pleased enough, when he dropped it and it went straight in the bin!
"SCORE!" he shouted sticking his head back into the window.
He managed to find a palce on the couch and went to sleep...
When he woke up, all he saw was bright lights.
"What the fuck?" he said to himself. kind of.
The lights went down and Mike saw he was in the county hospital.
"Why am I here?" he asked to the doctor, who slightly jumped.
"Oh! Mike, I see your awake!"
"Yes, but you didn't answer my quetsion,"
"Oh sorry, Mike you are going to have a new life from now on," and with that the doctor walked out of the room.
"Okay.... Either I've lost it or the whole frigging world's lost it! or maybe both!"
