A Tre Cool autobiography, chapter 1
Ok so let me start, my name is Tre Cool a.k.a. the goofy kid who sits at the back, my full name is Frank Edwin Wright III but what the hell kind of name is that? Come on were my parents drunk when they named me? Anyway I'm writing this for school, I don't know why I'm probably going to drop out soon but hey. I'm 17 years old I have blonde hair, soon to be green once I can figure out how to work this dye without permanently dying my hands green, the hullk look just doesn't work for me.
I have two best friends the first goes by the name of Billie Joe, but if you go to our school, I don't know why you would want to, you would know him as Two dollar bill. Why two dollar bill you may ask? Because he sells joints for 2 buck thats why. He has short black hair, or blonde depending in what mood he's in when he dyes it, that reminds me I can ask him to dye my hair for me. Oh and he has the wierdest eyes I've ever seen, but in a cool way, they are like this awesome green hazel colour, and incase I didn't mention he plays guitar and does a damn good job of it I might add.
My other friend is called Mike, well Mike Dirnt, we re-christened him Mike Dirnt, his full name is Michael Ryan Pritchard, but yeah what a mouthful. The Dirnt comes from the amount of times we've heard him picking out random licks on his bass, 'dirnt dirnt dirnt' thats what its like most of the time we're around Billie's, where he lives. Mike has short blonde hair and really deep blue eyes, Mike's had a pretty rough up bringing but you wouldn't know it he's so upbeat all the time always laughing.
Well the laughing part is mainly down to me, I guess thats always been my place in the 'gang' if you can call it that. Mike's the clever one, Billie's the one all the girls dig, well he's only interested in one girl, Adrienne, but I'll go into that later, and me, well I'm the joker of the group, its like that at school, I'm the one always in trouble with teachers for anything, they call me 'a rude and obnoxious child who will amount to nothing.' Well that was my English teacher, come to think of it if that was my English teacher so why am I doing the homework? I guess it beats doing nothing, thats what its been like since Mike and Billie formed there band with Al, they're always practicing or playing gigs, Al neglected to mention he's going to college next month to them, but he says he wants to tell them. Maybe then I can form a band with them, looks like good fun.
How could I forget to add that I play drums into my autobiography? The drums are practically my life, thats not as sad as it sounds, and I forget to say I played them? I've got a pretty sweet setup but I've been playing for ages and its practically held together wit ducktape. Well I've been playing for ages, I'm pretty good so I've been told, the only kid who could play Jazz back where I used to live, but not round here there is this killer underground punk scene and like everyone round here has some skill or another in instruments, so that brings me nicely onto Gilman, well 924 Gilman street to those of you who aren't into that scene.
Gilman is probably the other half of my life. Its awesome there, you just go there and rock out they have some killer bands down at Gilman, one bands going to start out there and I bet my one ball on it, don't ask about the other one,that they explode and make it big. Gilman is also a great place to pick up chicks if you catch my drift, its basically my home away from home, well its more of a home to me than the crappy apartment I just moved into.
That place cost me a bundle and I really don't know why I paid for it, the ceiling leaks, the floor is damp and the only other things crazy enough to live there, besides me, are the termites living in my lame excuse for a carpet. I've never really found a place I could call home since I moved away from Rodeo, I might move in with Billie and Mike since as they invited me to and it would be much more homely around their house.
That probably wraps it up for now, I guess I'll write more when I feel like it or when something interesting in my life happens, like maybe Beth Evans would talk to me, I guess that is unlikely since I doubt she know I exist and she has a boyfriend, a hot headed jock, none other than Jack Hughley, I don't know what she sees in him, he's with another chick every night and she doesn't know. Oh well tommorows another day, another chance for her to notice me, and if she does you'll be the first to know.
Peace out
Tre
I have two best friends the first goes by the name of Billie Joe, but if you go to our school, I don't know why you would want to, you would know him as Two dollar bill. Why two dollar bill you may ask? Because he sells joints for 2 buck thats why. He has short black hair, or blonde depending in what mood he's in when he dyes it, that reminds me I can ask him to dye my hair for me. Oh and he has the wierdest eyes I've ever seen, but in a cool way, they are like this awesome green hazel colour, and incase I didn't mention he plays guitar and does a damn good job of it I might add.
My other friend is called Mike, well Mike Dirnt, we re-christened him Mike Dirnt, his full name is Michael Ryan Pritchard, but yeah what a mouthful. The Dirnt comes from the amount of times we've heard him picking out random licks on his bass, 'dirnt dirnt dirnt' thats what its like most of the time we're around Billie's, where he lives. Mike has short blonde hair and really deep blue eyes, Mike's had a pretty rough up bringing but you wouldn't know it he's so upbeat all the time always laughing.
Well the laughing part is mainly down to me, I guess thats always been my place in the 'gang' if you can call it that. Mike's the clever one, Billie's the one all the girls dig, well he's only interested in one girl, Adrienne, but I'll go into that later, and me, well I'm the joker of the group, its like that at school, I'm the one always in trouble with teachers for anything, they call me 'a rude and obnoxious child who will amount to nothing.' Well that was my English teacher, come to think of it if that was my English teacher so why am I doing the homework? I guess it beats doing nothing, thats what its been like since Mike and Billie formed there band with Al, they're always practicing or playing gigs, Al neglected to mention he's going to college next month to them, but he says he wants to tell them. Maybe then I can form a band with them, looks like good fun.
How could I forget to add that I play drums into my autobiography? The drums are practically my life, thats not as sad as it sounds, and I forget to say I played them? I've got a pretty sweet setup but I've been playing for ages and its practically held together wit ducktape. Well I've been playing for ages, I'm pretty good so I've been told, the only kid who could play Jazz back where I used to live, but not round here there is this killer underground punk scene and like everyone round here has some skill or another in instruments, so that brings me nicely onto Gilman, well 924 Gilman street to those of you who aren't into that scene.
Gilman is probably the other half of my life. Its awesome there, you just go there and rock out they have some killer bands down at Gilman, one bands going to start out there and I bet my one ball on it, don't ask about the other one,that they explode and make it big. Gilman is also a great place to pick up chicks if you catch my drift, its basically my home away from home, well its more of a home to me than the crappy apartment I just moved into.
That place cost me a bundle and I really don't know why I paid for it, the ceiling leaks, the floor is damp and the only other things crazy enough to live there, besides me, are the termites living in my lame excuse for a carpet. I've never really found a place I could call home since I moved away from Rodeo, I might move in with Billie and Mike since as they invited me to and it would be much more homely around their house.
That probably wraps it up for now, I guess I'll write more when I feel like it or when something interesting in my life happens, like maybe Beth Evans would talk to me, I guess that is unlikely since I doubt she know I exist and she has a boyfriend, a hot headed jock, none other than Jack Hughley, I don't know what she sees in him, he's with another chick every night and she doesn't know. Oh well tommorows another day, another chance for her to notice me, and if she does you'll be the first to know.
Peace out
Tre
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