Many Reasons Not To Buy A Guitar Signed By A Dead Guy, chapter 5
Tre was grabbed by the officer and he put handcuffs on him.
"You bastard." The cop said.
"That's Mr. Bastard to you, fucker." Tre shouted.
They were put in the car and driven off to jail.
THE NEXT DAY, AT BILLIE'S HOME
Adie was tidying up after Jakob had his friends over. "Billie Joe Armstrong, you are in so much trouble!" she said to herself, she was angry that Billie had not come home last night. The tv was still on.
She grabbed the remote adn was about to switch it off when the news went on.
"Todays report, local punk rock band Green day, Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool have been arrested in the suspicion of murder of Ben Harisson.
His body was discovered by Jack Forter and Sam jeffry last night at ten o' clock beside the local river. And now we go live to the California Jail to talk to the officers."
Adie was shocked. Shocked, angry and worried.
She sat down to listen.
It showed the officers outside of the guy's cell.
"We found the three, uh, last night beside the river. And they were dumping something into the stream, which most chances are, that it was the body. Now, Mr. Cool, actually ran away and grabbed my partners leg attempting to trip him to make a getaway. But we caught him. Mr. Armstrong claims to have been dumping a guitar, but we checked the river, and there was no sign of any instuments in the water. Their trial will be today at five. Uh, thank you."
Adie grabbed her coat and then her phone.
"Hello, Jess? Do you think you could babysit for me?"
BACK AT THE GUY'S CELL
"Jesus, Billie... How'd we get in this mess?" Mike whispered.
Billie wouldn't anwser, he was furious.
"I SHOUDLN'T HAVE BOUGHT THAT FUCKING THING IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He yelled.
"Why did you anyway?" Tre asked.
Billie sighed.
"I just wanted a guitar for Joey, I wanted him and Jakob to follow in my footsteps, you know, be a guitarist... It was Joey's birthday, so I thought I'd buy him his own guitar... The guy warned me, but I didn't listen... Now I'm here!" He banged his fist on the bars of the cell.
"Hah! A cursed guitar, that's the lamest thing I've ever heard of!" The officer passing by laughed.
"You bastard." The cop said.
"That's Mr. Bastard to you, fucker." Tre shouted.
They were put in the car and driven off to jail.
THE NEXT DAY, AT BILLIE'S HOME
Adie was tidying up after Jakob had his friends over. "Billie Joe Armstrong, you are in so much trouble!" she said to herself, she was angry that Billie had not come home last night. The tv was still on.
She grabbed the remote adn was about to switch it off when the news went on.
"Todays report, local punk rock band Green day, Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool have been arrested in the suspicion of murder of Ben Harisson.
His body was discovered by Jack Forter and Sam jeffry last night at ten o' clock beside the local river. And now we go live to the California Jail to talk to the officers."
Adie was shocked. Shocked, angry and worried.
She sat down to listen.
It showed the officers outside of the guy's cell.
"We found the three, uh, last night beside the river. And they were dumping something into the stream, which most chances are, that it was the body. Now, Mr. Cool, actually ran away and grabbed my partners leg attempting to trip him to make a getaway. But we caught him. Mr. Armstrong claims to have been dumping a guitar, but we checked the river, and there was no sign of any instuments in the water. Their trial will be today at five. Uh, thank you."
Adie grabbed her coat and then her phone.
"Hello, Jess? Do you think you could babysit for me?"
BACK AT THE GUY'S CELL
"Jesus, Billie... How'd we get in this mess?" Mike whispered.
Billie wouldn't anwser, he was furious.
"I SHOUDLN'T HAVE BOUGHT THAT FUCKING THING IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He yelled.
"Why did you anyway?" Tre asked.
Billie sighed.
"I just wanted a guitar for Joey, I wanted him and Jakob to follow in my footsteps, you know, be a guitarist... It was Joey's birthday, so I thought I'd buy him his own guitar... The guy warned me, but I didn't listen... Now I'm here!" He banged his fist on the bars of the cell.
"Hah! A cursed guitar, that's the lamest thing I've ever heard of!" The officer passing by laughed.
