The One Mike Dirnt Story, chapter 28

Mike reached the bridge, the city looked like a long way away, be he had to try.

He finally reached San Fransisco, but a new emotion suddenly took over him, panic.

He had never been on his own for a long time now, well not on this scale.
"Oh shit, now what do I do?" A police officer came over to him, Mike couldn't move.

"Excuse me sir, are you lost?" Mike sighed in relief.

"Urmm yeah, I'm new to the area, and I need a place to stay, could you give me a rough idea please?" Mike hated lying, but he had to in this situation.
I mean what could he say, hey I'm Mike Dirnt and I've just escaped from a mad place?

"Yes sir, if you take that street down there, all the way to the bottom, then turn left, there is a place, they take no money, it's kinda like a charity, it's really nice, I've been there,"

"Thnak you," said Mike hobbling away. He reached the top of the road, it was a BIG hill.

"Oh shit!" he saw a kid on a skateboard.

"Hey kid,"

"Yeah mister?"


"Can I borrow your skateboard?"
"Yeah sure thing," he handed Mike his skate board, Mike was grateful, he carefully sat down on it, and used his crutches for steering.

He was off.

Mike zoomed down the hill, remembering what the police officer said, he told himself.

'Turn left at the bottom, ' Mike saw the left hand turn and zoomed in it, and came to the building.

It was a quiet place enough, He got up and hobbled into the building.
He went to the receptionist.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Err yes, I need a place to stay,"
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