Billie's Bi Guy, chapter 1
It's an ordinary school day and it sucks. I don't think I will go to school. I will lay in bed all day doing fuck all. 'Matt (that's me) are you up? Don't forget you promised me you wouldn't skip school any more.' She said in a fake lovey-dovey voice. That must mean some Educational Authority person called and she wants to look good for them. I answer, as always, with: 'I'm up!!! Stop fucking acting all lovey-dovey for the EA' (Educational Authority) and that's the end of the argument... for now.
I get downstairs fully dressed. You know the drill, baggy jeans, band-T, hoody. And to piss my mum off black nail shit and heavily applied eyeliner. 'Hmmm, why do you always dress like you've been dragged up by savages?' she says, again.
"Why do you care?" traditional answer to a traditional question.
I always answer questions like that... with another question.
On my way out I grab my stuff. A bag containing cigarettes, bass guitar (never leave this house without it [notice I didn't say home?]) and of course keys, mp3 player, two guitar picks and my phone (not that anyone calls me on it) I don my lime green converse and leave the house without a backwards glance.
I jump on my custom made motorbike (it's a chopper). It was matt black (get it?) with band logos all over it. When I got to school everyone disregarded and ignored me. This isn't so bad... I'm used to it... don't you even think of feeling sorry for me!!!
I decided I don't like everyone ignoring me. So I started my chopper and everyone turned to look at me. I rode away. Instantly the thought of where I would end up that day. I decided to follow the road. If I liked the place better than the place I lived in now I just wouldn't come back.
I think I'm still in California. I'll go explore... see if are any decent punk shops. I ditched the school bag and bass in a handy shop that contained public lockers and left to explore. I shopped and rocked and got some more dope in the process.
The day was ending and I needed to steal some money from my mum. I retrieved my bag and bass and put the stuff I bought in the bag. I found my chopper (it's a motorbike like a Harley). With it I found someone staring at it. I mean it's happened before... it's like an awesome bike.
I stood and watched him for 5 minutes. He was still enthralled by the bike. I went over. "You like my chopper?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah," he replied while taking of his shades. He looked around nervously before introducing himself. "Hi, I'm Billie Joe," he said in a slightly flirtious tone. 'I know. Love the band. But I'm sure you guessed that by looking at my chopper' (it had the warning logo stitched into the seat) he laughed.
"I'm Matt."
I get downstairs fully dressed. You know the drill, baggy jeans, band-T, hoody. And to piss my mum off black nail shit and heavily applied eyeliner. 'Hmmm, why do you always dress like you've been dragged up by savages?' she says, again.
"Why do you care?" traditional answer to a traditional question.
I always answer questions like that... with another question.
On my way out I grab my stuff. A bag containing cigarettes, bass guitar (never leave this house without it [notice I didn't say home?]) and of course keys, mp3 player, two guitar picks and my phone (not that anyone calls me on it) I don my lime green converse and leave the house without a backwards glance.
I jump on my custom made motorbike (it's a chopper). It was matt black (get it?) with band logos all over it. When I got to school everyone disregarded and ignored me. This isn't so bad... I'm used to it... don't you even think of feeling sorry for me!!!
I decided I don't like everyone ignoring me. So I started my chopper and everyone turned to look at me. I rode away. Instantly the thought of where I would end up that day. I decided to follow the road. If I liked the place better than the place I lived in now I just wouldn't come back.
I think I'm still in California. I'll go explore... see if are any decent punk shops. I ditched the school bag and bass in a handy shop that contained public lockers and left to explore. I shopped and rocked and got some more dope in the process.
The day was ending and I needed to steal some money from my mum. I retrieved my bag and bass and put the stuff I bought in the bag. I found my chopper (it's a motorbike like a Harley). With it I found someone staring at it. I mean it's happened before... it's like an awesome bike.
I stood and watched him for 5 minutes. He was still enthralled by the bike. I went over. "You like my chopper?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah," he replied while taking of his shades. He looked around nervously before introducing himself. "Hi, I'm Billie Joe," he said in a slightly flirtious tone. 'I know. Love the band. But I'm sure you guessed that by looking at my chopper' (it had the warning logo stitched into the seat) he laughed.
"I'm Matt."
Page 1/3 | Next
