Billie Stuck On The Blvd Of Broken Dreams, chapter 1
<p>Well quite frankly I have no idea how I ended up on the Blvd of Broken Dreams. Mike and Tre are always asking me how the hell I came up with the idea for the song, but I always made up some random shit like a fan sent me a few ideas, but they knew I was lying cause I havn't checked my mail for that few years. <br /> Tre just seems to enjoy picking up my phone when ever it rings, just incase Fed-Ex is calling to get me to awnser all that mail. I swear I'll kill myself the day that happens. But anyway, this is my theory of how I got onto that street. I'm recording it so Tre can listen to it while he reads the paper on the toilet</p>
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<p>It all started when Tre ended up in hospital because he ran into a pole (again). Me and Mike where in our disguises when the docter came in and annouced that Tre would have to spend a night or two in hospital because he refused to have an "old granny sew up my face" (yes, his definition of stitches). Mike had been feeling a bit down because he had been dumped by his most recent girl, so I decided to take out for a wild night, promising him that I'd find him a girl. So out we went, Mike tagging behind me, leaving Tre's yells echoing in the background.</p>
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<p>Me and Mike stepped into the flashey entrance of "The Blue Flamingo". Luckily, no one had not yet noticed that the members of one of the worlds most popular band had just stepped in. I recieved a few looks, but that was it. <br /> "Can we go?" started Mike. "Once people discover who we are, we're got get jumped on by everyone. I can see the headlines, "Billie Joe Armstrong and Mike Dirnt, starters of the worlds largest or-" . <br /> I just shook my head as I sat down before he could finsh. Mike enterd the crowd, and began dancing solo. It stayed that way for about 20 minutes, I was up to my 8th beer after consuming my 6th shot. A girl of about 30 years of age, began dancing with Mike. She was a bit shorter than him. Her long black hair bobbed to the beat, her eyes surrouned by eyeliner.</p>
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<p>I smiled and walked past Mike, and pinched his hand which was around her.... waist. Now, I wont say what I did was wrong, and I acted self-centerd and low. But she was perfect- for me. The band wouldn't be anywhere with out, so I should have her right? Wrong. She slapped him. Mike hurried out as a few people booed. He saw her start to dance with me. But worse, he knew what I'd done.</p>
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<p>It all started when Tre ended up in hospital because he ran into a pole (again). Me and Mike where in our disguises when the docter came in and annouced that Tre would have to spend a night or two in hospital because he refused to have an "old granny sew up my face" (yes, his definition of stitches). Mike had been feeling a bit down because he had been dumped by his most recent girl, so I decided to take out for a wild night, promising him that I'd find him a girl. So out we went, Mike tagging behind me, leaving Tre's yells echoing in the background.</p>
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<p>Me and Mike stepped into the flashey entrance of "The Blue Flamingo". Luckily, no one had not yet noticed that the members of one of the worlds most popular band had just stepped in. I recieved a few looks, but that was it. <br /> "Can we go?" started Mike. "Once people discover who we are, we're got get jumped on by everyone. I can see the headlines, "Billie Joe Armstrong and Mike Dirnt, starters of the worlds largest or-" . <br /> I just shook my head as I sat down before he could finsh. Mike enterd the crowd, and began dancing solo. It stayed that way for about 20 minutes, I was up to my 8th beer after consuming my 6th shot. A girl of about 30 years of age, began dancing with Mike. She was a bit shorter than him. Her long black hair bobbed to the beat, her eyes surrouned by eyeliner.</p>
***
<p>I smiled and walked past Mike, and pinched his hand which was around her.... waist. Now, I wont say what I did was wrong, and I acted self-centerd and low. But she was perfect- for me. The band wouldn't be anywhere with out, so I should have her right? Wrong. She slapped him. Mike hurried out as a few people booed. He saw her start to dance with me. But worse, he knew what I'd done.</p>
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