St. Jimmy, chapter 1
*Somewhere in Rodeo*
Jimmy strutted past all of the blank faces, the ones that wished something would happen to them to change their lives, the ones who watched him. Jimmy was angry, angry at his mom, his whore (well, that was what he thought of her), his life, the world. He kicked a trash can over to one side and fell onto the old, broken sofa, punching the cushions, making more springs pop and break. "ARGH! FUCK!" he screamed. He finally collapsed and stared around at the under-bridge outsiders, who were all staring at him. "Fuck off, you bastards," he moaned, putting his head in his hands and everyone reluctantly turned around, shrugging, knowing that Jimmy wasn't a contender to mess with.
"Hey Jimmmmmy!" Jerry came over and pulled up an old stool in front of Jimmy. "Welcome back to the land of the deadm" he chuckled hoarsely. Jerry was a scrawny guy with a hopeless future, a hopeless life and made money by dealing drugs.
"Ah, just f off! I wanna think!" Jimmy smirked, his head still in his hands.
"Maybe you'd like to think over this..." Jerry stopped, swinging a small bag of dope in front of Jimmy.
"How much?" asked Jimmy, knowing by smell what Jerry was presenting.
"I only need enough for take-away dinner Jim."
"Ah, the bitch kicked you out again?" Jimmy asked, laughing pessimistically, pulling out his pockets.
"Ummm, yeah," Jerry said quickly, taking enough money from Jimmy, handing him the bag which Jimmy put in his pocket.
"So, why you back here so soon?" Jerry asked again.
"It's Maria... This other guy comes along and starts wrapping his arms around her and I'm there and then she's shouting at him then at me and then she slaps me and then he tackles me. I'm there on the floor hitting his guy with all I got and he's there, his nose is bleeding, I've got a sore arse, y'know, the fucking usual..."
Suddenly, their attention was attracted by a house just next to the bridge. Someone was playing Green Day's 'Are We The Waiting'. "You like them Jim?" Jerry asked, looking back at Jimmy.
"Who?"
"Green Day?"
"I used to know the vocalist... Billie Joe Armstrong... Woah, that brings me back! Met him when he started doing drugs; hell of a dude but then, I guess he went on with his shit, I went on with mine." Jerry nodded and they both looked back to the house.
"Bet you your dinner whoever is listening to them is a teenie," Jimmy smiled.
"You're on bitch," Jerry replied, shaking his hand.
"OI! YOU IN THE WINDOW?" Jimmy yelled across to the open window. Almost immediately, the sound was turned down and a little girl looked out the window.
"WHO CALLED?" she shouted back.
"DO YOU LIKE THAT BAND YOU'RE LISTENING TO?" Jimmy replied.
"FUCK YEAH, THE LEAD SINGER IS SOOOOO HOT!" she had to add.
"NAME ALL THEIR ALBUMS" Jimmy shouted.
"AMERICAN IDIOT IS THEIR ONLY ONE!" she shouted and did a little dance in the window.
"Ah, fuck, there goes tonight's chips." Jerry pulled out the money that Jimmy had just given him and Jimmy snatched it back. "FUCK OFF YOU TEENIE-BOPPER!" he laughed.
"UP YOURS!" she screamed back, shutting her window.
"Ohhhhh" Jimmy said sarcastically, waving his hands around his head and laughing at the frustrated girl.
"So... You knew Billie Joe Armstrong eh? Some hell of a life you have Jimmy." Jerry nodded.
"Cheers Jerry. And I have a song named after me, which is a pretty fucking good song." Suddenly someone interrupted him.
"Jimmy! Last night! What the fuck happened? I can't remember a fucking thing! My head hurts so fucking bad!" It was Maria.
"Fuck off you whore!" Jimmy yelled back to her, slamming his fists on the sofa as Jerry started to leave, backing away from the conversation.
"How 'bout you" she replied, coming around the corner and slamming herself in the chair opposite him. Her makeup was smudged, her face was dirty and she was wearing a lot of lace and high heeled shoes. Jimmy ran up to her and jumped on top of her, holding her face in his hands.
"We are a dirty lil bitch today, aren't we Maria?" he whispered in her ear. "But it always ends up this way, yesterday night, it was you on top of me, today, it's me on top of you." She slapped him and his hands away from her face but he just leaned in closer.
"This is some shit I don't wanna end up in for the rest of my life," she told him.
"That's one thing we have in common," Jimmy replied. "We're just memories-you're just a fucking memory."
"Nice fucking tattoo then," she sneered at him. "How you gonna have that taken off? You don't have the money"
"A razor blade always works," Jimmy sneered back. "Why are you back here? You knew I would be here, you knew it."
"Cos I need to know what happened last night!" she sighed in an innocent way. "I just got so pissed Jim."
"Hmmm, yeah sure, so you don't remember having a swinging dick feeling you up and you slapping me in the face? Why the fuck was he there?" Jimmy said sarcastically.
"Ummm, no." There was a silence in which Jimmy stared at Maria with almost hatred and rage in his eyes.
"Remember this bitch," he said, kissing her roughly, then getting off of her and starting to walk away.
"Come back here! Jimmy, come back, you mother fucker," she yelled after him, laughing.
"Ah, so that's what I am now? That's what I am; a mother fucker?" Jimmy smiled, turning around and walking back towards Maria who stood there, still laughing.
"Better believe it smart ass," she chuckled as Jimmy grabbed her by the wrists and forced her back to the wall and kissed her again. Maria kissed him back but as soon as she wrapped her arms around him, he pushed her away. She slid down the wall, crouching underneath Jimmy.
"I never ever loved you," he muttered sourly, spitting on the ground next to her. Maria knew that Jimmy had had enough as everyone watched him strut back out of the way he had came in, never to see Maria again.
Jimmy strutted past all of the blank faces, the ones that wished something would happen to them to change their lives, the ones who watched him. Jimmy was angry, angry at his mom, his whore (well, that was what he thought of her), his life, the world. He kicked a trash can over to one side and fell onto the old, broken sofa, punching the cushions, making more springs pop and break. "ARGH! FUCK!" he screamed. He finally collapsed and stared around at the under-bridge outsiders, who were all staring at him. "Fuck off, you bastards," he moaned, putting his head in his hands and everyone reluctantly turned around, shrugging, knowing that Jimmy wasn't a contender to mess with.
"Hey Jimmmmmy!" Jerry came over and pulled up an old stool in front of Jimmy. "Welcome back to the land of the deadm" he chuckled hoarsely. Jerry was a scrawny guy with a hopeless future, a hopeless life and made money by dealing drugs.
"Ah, just f off! I wanna think!" Jimmy smirked, his head still in his hands.
"Maybe you'd like to think over this..." Jerry stopped, swinging a small bag of dope in front of Jimmy.
"How much?" asked Jimmy, knowing by smell what Jerry was presenting.
"I only need enough for take-away dinner Jim."
"Ah, the bitch kicked you out again?" Jimmy asked, laughing pessimistically, pulling out his pockets.
"Ummm, yeah," Jerry said quickly, taking enough money from Jimmy, handing him the bag which Jimmy put in his pocket.
"So, why you back here so soon?" Jerry asked again.
"It's Maria... This other guy comes along and starts wrapping his arms around her and I'm there and then she's shouting at him then at me and then she slaps me and then he tackles me. I'm there on the floor hitting his guy with all I got and he's there, his nose is bleeding, I've got a sore arse, y'know, the fucking usual..."
Suddenly, their attention was attracted by a house just next to the bridge. Someone was playing Green Day's 'Are We The Waiting'. "You like them Jim?" Jerry asked, looking back at Jimmy.
"Who?"
"Green Day?"
"I used to know the vocalist... Billie Joe Armstrong... Woah, that brings me back! Met him when he started doing drugs; hell of a dude but then, I guess he went on with his shit, I went on with mine." Jerry nodded and they both looked back to the house.
"Bet you your dinner whoever is listening to them is a teenie," Jimmy smiled.
"You're on bitch," Jerry replied, shaking his hand.
"OI! YOU IN THE WINDOW?" Jimmy yelled across to the open window. Almost immediately, the sound was turned down and a little girl looked out the window.
"WHO CALLED?" she shouted back.
"DO YOU LIKE THAT BAND YOU'RE LISTENING TO?" Jimmy replied.
"FUCK YEAH, THE LEAD SINGER IS SOOOOO HOT!" she had to add.
"NAME ALL THEIR ALBUMS" Jimmy shouted.
"AMERICAN IDIOT IS THEIR ONLY ONE!" she shouted and did a little dance in the window.
"Ah, fuck, there goes tonight's chips." Jerry pulled out the money that Jimmy had just given him and Jimmy snatched it back. "FUCK OFF YOU TEENIE-BOPPER!" he laughed.
"UP YOURS!" she screamed back, shutting her window.
"Ohhhhh" Jimmy said sarcastically, waving his hands around his head and laughing at the frustrated girl.
"So... You knew Billie Joe Armstrong eh? Some hell of a life you have Jimmy." Jerry nodded.
"Cheers Jerry. And I have a song named after me, which is a pretty fucking good song." Suddenly someone interrupted him.
"Jimmy! Last night! What the fuck happened? I can't remember a fucking thing! My head hurts so fucking bad!" It was Maria.
"Fuck off you whore!" Jimmy yelled back to her, slamming his fists on the sofa as Jerry started to leave, backing away from the conversation.
"How 'bout you" she replied, coming around the corner and slamming herself in the chair opposite him. Her makeup was smudged, her face was dirty and she was wearing a lot of lace and high heeled shoes. Jimmy ran up to her and jumped on top of her, holding her face in his hands.
"We are a dirty lil bitch today, aren't we Maria?" he whispered in her ear. "But it always ends up this way, yesterday night, it was you on top of me, today, it's me on top of you." She slapped him and his hands away from her face but he just leaned in closer.
"This is some shit I don't wanna end up in for the rest of my life," she told him.
"That's one thing we have in common," Jimmy replied. "We're just memories-you're just a fucking memory."
"Nice fucking tattoo then," she sneered at him. "How you gonna have that taken off? You don't have the money"
"A razor blade always works," Jimmy sneered back. "Why are you back here? You knew I would be here, you knew it."
"Cos I need to know what happened last night!" she sighed in an innocent way. "I just got so pissed Jim."
"Hmmm, yeah sure, so you don't remember having a swinging dick feeling you up and you slapping me in the face? Why the fuck was he there?" Jimmy said sarcastically.
"Ummm, no." There was a silence in which Jimmy stared at Maria with almost hatred and rage in his eyes.
"Remember this bitch," he said, kissing her roughly, then getting off of her and starting to walk away.
"Come back here! Jimmy, come back, you mother fucker," she yelled after him, laughing.
"Ah, so that's what I am now? That's what I am; a mother fucker?" Jimmy smiled, turning around and walking back towards Maria who stood there, still laughing.
"Better believe it smart ass," she chuckled as Jimmy grabbed her by the wrists and forced her back to the wall and kissed her again. Maria kissed him back but as soon as she wrapped her arms around him, he pushed her away. She slid down the wall, crouching underneath Jimmy.
"I never ever loved you," he muttered sourly, spitting on the ground next to her. Maria knew that Jimmy had had enough as everyone watched him strut back out of the way he had came in, never to see Maria again.
