Why did I end up with the Idiots?!, chapter 11
Jesus drove for like 3 or 4 hours until he got to L. A...
He didn't really know what too do there but he decided to stay at a small shitty hotel over the night...
Without really knowing it he checked in as Jimmy instead of Jesus...
And when he sat on the bed in the dark hotel room, things kinda started to look brighter...
He was free!
He was out of that fucked up town!
Brad was gone...
School was over!
The rulebook had been thrown in a ditch!
The fucking Ritalin was flushed down the toilet!
He was free...
With those words in his mind he took his jacket and went out in L. A...
He didn't go far before he noticed that some one followed him.
Jesus turned around a corner and waited for the other one to turn around it too...
And when he did Jesus just pushed him up on a wall.
He didn't know why he did it... It wasn't really his style to be violent.
"Why did you follow me?" he just asked to the guy that had followed him.
The guy was thin and short with wild red-brown hair.
He had blue eyes with black eyeliner around them that now stared nervously at Jesus and he had a scar on the cheek.
He was probably in Jesus age... Maybe some year older...
"I... I just wanted to know who you where, ya know? I... I kinda know everyone around here, or just know OF them, and I saw you and didn't know who you where and I got curious and followed you, okay?" they little guy confessed.
Jesus let him go but kept looking at him.
"So who are you?" the guy continued. "I'm Willy... "
Okay, now Jesus had met the L. A version of Tunny... It's always the talking types that starts to talk with Jesus somehow...
"I'm Je... Jimmy." Jesus answered, and wondered why he even said it.
"Well, hi then Jimmy!" Willy continued. "So, are you staying here? I mean if you are you might want me to show you the cool places and shit... But hey? How old are you? I mean if I'm gonna show you some places you might need to be at the right age... "
"Erhm... I'm just around 17... " Jesus mumbled, he was turning 17 the 3:th of September...
"Oh... Well you look older! So they'll probably think you are and just give a crap about the ID and shit!" Willy laughed and smiled. "Guess you like punk, huh?"
"Well, yeah... "
"Okay! Then you'll love the place just down the street! It's just an old basement, but they play good music, it's the local bands that play, and it's really cool and there's beer and all the sweeties you'd like!"
"Sweeties?"
"Anything you like! Almost... I mean they usually have a lot of M. J and so and that's enough for me!" Willy said as he started walking down the street.
That's how the drugs entered Jesus life...
He followed Willy to the club.
And just as Willy had thought, they let Jesus in...
And it was great!
The Band was really good, the girls where pretty and the beer was cheap!
And Willy introduced him to Mary Jane...
And before they knew it... Jesus was high as a house...
This was the start of some nights and days of drinking and smoking.
And some singing too!
Yeah, Jesus kinda got onstage at that first club he and Willy went to.
"Erhm... Hi! I'm Jimmy and I'm going to sing for you tonight!" Jesus called out in the microphone... He had got used to call himself Jimmy by now.
He was on the little stage together with Willy (on the drums) and Willy's friend Evan (on the bass) and they where going to do some covers.
They started out with "I fought the law" and it was followed by "Should I stay, or should I go?"
They also did "No Feelings" (one of Jesus personal favourites from Sex Pistols... ), Teenage Labotomy, I Wanna Be Sedated and some more songs that no one remembers cuz' they where wasted...
But the "audience" loved it!
Even if most of them also was wasted too...
Jesus was now... Happy!
Much happier then he had been in the City of The Damned!
He knew a lot of people... And they where more like him!
And he could party all night, sleep all day and do whatever the hell he wanted!
Yet... He thought a lot about his mom... And about Jess and Tunny... And of his father for some reason...
It hurt... And after just a few days it hurt even more!
But he shut it out.
He was free now, right?
All the old pain was left behind... Right?
Then why did he drink much more now?
And why did he take drugs?
The pain wasn't gone... Just hidden behind a layer of smiles...
And after a while, even the smiles faded...
He didn't really know what too do there but he decided to stay at a small shitty hotel over the night...
Without really knowing it he checked in as Jimmy instead of Jesus...
And when he sat on the bed in the dark hotel room, things kinda started to look brighter...
He was free!
He was out of that fucked up town!
Brad was gone...
School was over!
The rulebook had been thrown in a ditch!
The fucking Ritalin was flushed down the toilet!
He was free...
With those words in his mind he took his jacket and went out in L. A...
He didn't go far before he noticed that some one followed him.
Jesus turned around a corner and waited for the other one to turn around it too...
And when he did Jesus just pushed him up on a wall.
He didn't know why he did it... It wasn't really his style to be violent.
"Why did you follow me?" he just asked to the guy that had followed him.
The guy was thin and short with wild red-brown hair.
He had blue eyes with black eyeliner around them that now stared nervously at Jesus and he had a scar on the cheek.
He was probably in Jesus age... Maybe some year older...
"I... I just wanted to know who you where, ya know? I... I kinda know everyone around here, or just know OF them, and I saw you and didn't know who you where and I got curious and followed you, okay?" they little guy confessed.
Jesus let him go but kept looking at him.
"So who are you?" the guy continued. "I'm Willy... "
Okay, now Jesus had met the L. A version of Tunny... It's always the talking types that starts to talk with Jesus somehow...
"I'm Je... Jimmy." Jesus answered, and wondered why he even said it.
"Well, hi then Jimmy!" Willy continued. "So, are you staying here? I mean if you are you might want me to show you the cool places and shit... But hey? How old are you? I mean if I'm gonna show you some places you might need to be at the right age... "
"Erhm... I'm just around 17... " Jesus mumbled, he was turning 17 the 3:th of September...
"Oh... Well you look older! So they'll probably think you are and just give a crap about the ID and shit!" Willy laughed and smiled. "Guess you like punk, huh?"
"Well, yeah... "
"Okay! Then you'll love the place just down the street! It's just an old basement, but they play good music, it's the local bands that play, and it's really cool and there's beer and all the sweeties you'd like!"
"Sweeties?"
"Anything you like! Almost... I mean they usually have a lot of M. J and so and that's enough for me!" Willy said as he started walking down the street.
That's how the drugs entered Jesus life...
He followed Willy to the club.
And just as Willy had thought, they let Jesus in...
And it was great!
The Band was really good, the girls where pretty and the beer was cheap!
And Willy introduced him to Mary Jane...
And before they knew it... Jesus was high as a house...
This was the start of some nights and days of drinking and smoking.
And some singing too!
Yeah, Jesus kinda got onstage at that first club he and Willy went to.
"Erhm... Hi! I'm Jimmy and I'm going to sing for you tonight!" Jesus called out in the microphone... He had got used to call himself Jimmy by now.
He was on the little stage together with Willy (on the drums) and Willy's friend Evan (on the bass) and they where going to do some covers.
They started out with "I fought the law" and it was followed by "Should I stay, or should I go?"
They also did "No Feelings" (one of Jesus personal favourites from Sex Pistols... ), Teenage Labotomy, I Wanna Be Sedated and some more songs that no one remembers cuz' they where wasted...
But the "audience" loved it!
Even if most of them also was wasted too...
Jesus was now... Happy!
Much happier then he had been in the City of The Damned!
He knew a lot of people... And they where more like him!
And he could party all night, sleep all day and do whatever the hell he wanted!
Yet... He thought a lot about his mom... And about Jess and Tunny... And of his father for some reason...
It hurt... And after just a few days it hurt even more!
But he shut it out.
He was free now, right?
All the old pain was left behind... Right?
Then why did he drink much more now?
And why did he take drugs?
The pain wasn't gone... Just hidden behind a layer of smiles...
And after a while, even the smiles faded...
