The Fragile Mind Of Jimmy, chapter 1
Before American Idiot
I was born in a quiet town known as Suburbia. My life was quite plain and very peaceful. Born from my father Brian and my mother Claire. My father loved me dearly. I was his son. His everything. My mother I thought loved me but I soon found out just how wrong I truly was.
My father died when I was 3 from what I thought was AIDS. He was gay, and I guess my father had contracted AIDS from one of his partners. My mother would tell the story over and over again.
She soon started dating again. As a matter of fact it only took her 3 months to get over the death of my father. As for me I never quite coped. I couldn't grasp the fact that my father, my best friend, was dead. I would always remember the times he held me over his head and spun me around. The times he tickled me, told me jokes; he taught me everything. But after he died I was introduced to Bob, Mike, Joe, Frank, Alfred, and blah blah blah the list goes on and on. My mom would never quit.... And sadly I got disgusted after hearing Bob's grunt, Mike's moan, Frank's giggles, and Alfred's whipping sounds as my mother would scream in pain.... I've heard my mother moan one too many times....
At school I was known as a hero. I ruled everyone everywhere. I was the king of trailer trash as the older kids liked to call me. But I knew they were just jealous. I was thrown around and beat up but still I preached to the classman about my beliefs and they always seemed to follow...no matter what. I was a god. The new Jesus. By high school everyone knew my name. At 15 I claimed the title of Jesus of Suburbia, which I still find a little absurd. I was just stating the obvious. In 8th grade I had even created about 30 protests against segregation and racism. Against stores refusing to sell us kids the things we wanted and needed. I even got the school to protest against the schools large sum of homework and ability to whip kids as discipline. I started a riot the VERY beginning of my freshmen year because a teacher bitch slapped a black boy in my school for no reason.... He was just there. Everyone jumped up and attacked the teacher. I had created an army...
My life was great.... Except for at home. And not to mention everything I was basing my theories off of: music on the radio, television, movies I watched, and so on were becoming more and more censored. I started to extremely hate America.
American Idiot
I sat idly by and watched as more and more music I was listening to became "bleeped" out and voiced over. Not to mention the fact that I was too young to buy it in stores. The only one's I could get were the edited and that's the same shit I was trying to get away from. I started to watch the news. More and more shit was happening. "What the f*** is going on with America" I asked myself. I was so pissed off. In 2000, a man in Ohio got a shirt ripped right off his back for wearing an insane clown posse shirt.... People said it was "banned" in Ohio. Skating rinks were getting raided by cops amongst the confiscated CD's were Brittany spears and Christina Aguilera. Kids were getting kicked out of school for watching Backstreet Boys concerts. Radios banned music. And after the 9/11 bombings certain songs were banned all together and bush wasn't making jackshit any better a war broke out. Many were dying and my followers were signing up. I rose up above it. One day we were going to protest outside a shop and on my way out I was stopped.
My mother...She found a new man. Another one. This time (just like all the other times) she thought it was the one. "Jimmy, Sweetie...this is brad." she smiled and guided me towards him.
"I don't care" I said and shrugged her off.
"Hey!" Brad stood up. "I may not know you but I know your mother and she don't deserve that! Don't f***in' disrespect her boy!" he shouted grabbing my arm.
"Who the f*** do you think you are?" I shouted and pulled his hand off of me. "Let me go asshole you're not my f***ing father." he gripped me again.
"Don't you ever...." I punched him and walked out. I made my way to the meeting place....
I stood up on a huge speaker with my mic in hand. This wasn't the first time I had given a speech and I knew it wasn't going to be my last. The microphone squeaked as at least 200 teenagers stood in front of me watching my every move.
"People!" I cried. Everyone cheered. I raised my hands to quiet them. "Today is the last straw! I'm not going to take these American rules anymore!! They tell us we're protected they tell us we're wrong! Everything in our land wasn't meant to be okay!!! We are the Americans, but we are NOT stupid! The president is trying to make us stupid!! Are we stupid??"
The crowd screams, "NO!!!!"
I was born in a quiet town known as Suburbia. My life was quite plain and very peaceful. Born from my father Brian and my mother Claire. My father loved me dearly. I was his son. His everything. My mother I thought loved me but I soon found out just how wrong I truly was.
My father died when I was 3 from what I thought was AIDS. He was gay, and I guess my father had contracted AIDS from one of his partners. My mother would tell the story over and over again.
She soon started dating again. As a matter of fact it only took her 3 months to get over the death of my father. As for me I never quite coped. I couldn't grasp the fact that my father, my best friend, was dead. I would always remember the times he held me over his head and spun me around. The times he tickled me, told me jokes; he taught me everything. But after he died I was introduced to Bob, Mike, Joe, Frank, Alfred, and blah blah blah the list goes on and on. My mom would never quit.... And sadly I got disgusted after hearing Bob's grunt, Mike's moan, Frank's giggles, and Alfred's whipping sounds as my mother would scream in pain.... I've heard my mother moan one too many times....
At school I was known as a hero. I ruled everyone everywhere. I was the king of trailer trash as the older kids liked to call me. But I knew they were just jealous. I was thrown around and beat up but still I preached to the classman about my beliefs and they always seemed to follow...no matter what. I was a god. The new Jesus. By high school everyone knew my name. At 15 I claimed the title of Jesus of Suburbia, which I still find a little absurd. I was just stating the obvious. In 8th grade I had even created about 30 protests against segregation and racism. Against stores refusing to sell us kids the things we wanted and needed. I even got the school to protest against the schools large sum of homework and ability to whip kids as discipline. I started a riot the VERY beginning of my freshmen year because a teacher bitch slapped a black boy in my school for no reason.... He was just there. Everyone jumped up and attacked the teacher. I had created an army...
My life was great.... Except for at home. And not to mention everything I was basing my theories off of: music on the radio, television, movies I watched, and so on were becoming more and more censored. I started to extremely hate America.
American Idiot
I sat idly by and watched as more and more music I was listening to became "bleeped" out and voiced over. Not to mention the fact that I was too young to buy it in stores. The only one's I could get were the edited and that's the same shit I was trying to get away from. I started to watch the news. More and more shit was happening. "What the f*** is going on with America" I asked myself. I was so pissed off. In 2000, a man in Ohio got a shirt ripped right off his back for wearing an insane clown posse shirt.... People said it was "banned" in Ohio. Skating rinks were getting raided by cops amongst the confiscated CD's were Brittany spears and Christina Aguilera. Kids were getting kicked out of school for watching Backstreet Boys concerts. Radios banned music. And after the 9/11 bombings certain songs were banned all together and bush wasn't making jackshit any better a war broke out. Many were dying and my followers were signing up. I rose up above it. One day we were going to protest outside a shop and on my way out I was stopped.
My mother...She found a new man. Another one. This time (just like all the other times) she thought it was the one. "Jimmy, Sweetie...this is brad." she smiled and guided me towards him.
"I don't care" I said and shrugged her off.
"Hey!" Brad stood up. "I may not know you but I know your mother and she don't deserve that! Don't f***in' disrespect her boy!" he shouted grabbing my arm.
"Who the f*** do you think you are?" I shouted and pulled his hand off of me. "Let me go asshole you're not my f***ing father." he gripped me again.
"Don't you ever...." I punched him and walked out. I made my way to the meeting place....
I stood up on a huge speaker with my mic in hand. This wasn't the first time I had given a speech and I knew it wasn't going to be my last. The microphone squeaked as at least 200 teenagers stood in front of me watching my every move.
"People!" I cried. Everyone cheered. I raised my hands to quiet them. "Today is the last straw! I'm not going to take these American rules anymore!! They tell us we're protected they tell us we're wrong! Everything in our land wasn't meant to be okay!!! We are the Americans, but we are NOT stupid! The president is trying to make us stupid!! Are we stupid??"
The crowd screams, "NO!!!!"
