My Life, chapter 9
We left Mother Mary's Inn before they even served breakfast, how fucked up is that? I felt a little bit better when we walked past the dining area on our way out of the inn, there was a menu out that listed the specials for today. For breakfast they were serving Jesus waffles, I don't even want to think about it. I can't help but wonder though, were they shaped like his face? I'd really like to have tried one, perhaps I would have been purified if I ate one. Probably not though, I was born to be a sinner.
Anyway, we left around 6:00am and it is now 10:16am. I'm starved, ready to take a piss, and wishing I had a sacred waffle, but I highly doubted we were stopping soon. About an hour ago my dad started lecturing me about my life and making good decisions, he was saying how I should start thinking about my future and all that I want to see and do. I started ignoring him about fifty minutes ago, I just let my mind wander.
I began thinking about my father and his success, I began thinking about how often you hear the name Billie Joe Armstrong these days, but funny enough, you hardly ever hear news about Mike and Tre. It's as though they aren't even a band and my father is a solo artist soaking up all the fame and glory. I didn't want to think of my dad that way, but it was hard not to. I mean, who goes to most of the award shows, who does the most interviews, who talks the most when they are on a televised show? Daddy does.
About 12:00pm my dad pulled off the road and onto a rest stop, I put my hand on the door handle ready to jump out and dash to the bathrooms to piss my guts out, yes I have to pee that bad. But he put his hand on my shoulder and I turned to face him with a worried look on my face. I'm gonna explode I thought.
"Joey, I think we've really accomplished a lot," he said. Oh god, hurry up I thought. "I love you Joe, but.." he paused searching for the right words. Oh lord, Jesus, my bladder is going to burst. "I think it is time to head home," he said.
"Okay," I said quickly as I opened my door and ran to the bathrooms as if I was running to get away from a perverted psycho.
We arrived home a couple days after my father told me it was time to head back west. Actually, I wasn't upset, I really wanted to go home. I missed my mom's cooking, the smell of our house, the comfort of my bed. I wanted to go home and relax, see my friends, watch tv, make fun of Jake, and sleep without being watched by Jesus.
I think my mom was a little surprised that we were home, I guess she didn't expect us. She seemed really happy though. I love when my mom's happy, she deserves it. She does everything for me, my dad, and my brother. I mean come on, she has to be some kind of super hero to put up with three boys, especially Billie Joe. He's the worst out of all of us.
"Hey," she said running in to the door to greet me, she hugged me and pulled back. "Did you have fun?" she asked me. I just smiled and nodded.
"I'm just tired," I said truthfully. I had a lack of excitement at the moment, but you wouldn't believe how happy I was to see her.
"I missed you," she said all cute as if I was five. I smiled and gave a little laugh.
"I missed you too," I replied. I left her to wait for my father, who was still unloading his bags from the car, and went into the living room where Jake was watching cartoons. He was sitting on the couch, I went over and collapsed next to him, it felt good to sit on something familiar.
"Where have you been?" Jake asked. I just looked at him and shook my head. I turned from him and began watching Chalk Zone, how much better can life get?
I heard my dad come in, I heard my mom say how much she missed him and how much she loves him and all that junk. Moments later I heard them giggling and horrible, and I mean horrible, images formed in my mind. I didn't even want to know what they were doing, and couldn't they do it somewhere else? Fuck, I'm gonna be scarred for life.
Oh well, that's just the way things are when you have young, horny and madly in love parents. I'm just happy to be home. Perhaps things will get better, maybe even between my father and me. I don't know, only time will tell.
Anyway, we left around 6:00am and it is now 10:16am. I'm starved, ready to take a piss, and wishing I had a sacred waffle, but I highly doubted we were stopping soon. About an hour ago my dad started lecturing me about my life and making good decisions, he was saying how I should start thinking about my future and all that I want to see and do. I started ignoring him about fifty minutes ago, I just let my mind wander.
I began thinking about my father and his success, I began thinking about how often you hear the name Billie Joe Armstrong these days, but funny enough, you hardly ever hear news about Mike and Tre. It's as though they aren't even a band and my father is a solo artist soaking up all the fame and glory. I didn't want to think of my dad that way, but it was hard not to. I mean, who goes to most of the award shows, who does the most interviews, who talks the most when they are on a televised show? Daddy does.
About 12:00pm my dad pulled off the road and onto a rest stop, I put my hand on the door handle ready to jump out and dash to the bathrooms to piss my guts out, yes I have to pee that bad. But he put his hand on my shoulder and I turned to face him with a worried look on my face. I'm gonna explode I thought.
"Joey, I think we've really accomplished a lot," he said. Oh god, hurry up I thought. "I love you Joe, but.." he paused searching for the right words. Oh lord, Jesus, my bladder is going to burst. "I think it is time to head home," he said.
"Okay," I said quickly as I opened my door and ran to the bathrooms as if I was running to get away from a perverted psycho.
We arrived home a couple days after my father told me it was time to head back west. Actually, I wasn't upset, I really wanted to go home. I missed my mom's cooking, the smell of our house, the comfort of my bed. I wanted to go home and relax, see my friends, watch tv, make fun of Jake, and sleep without being watched by Jesus.
I think my mom was a little surprised that we were home, I guess she didn't expect us. She seemed really happy though. I love when my mom's happy, she deserves it. She does everything for me, my dad, and my brother. I mean come on, she has to be some kind of super hero to put up with three boys, especially Billie Joe. He's the worst out of all of us.
"Hey," she said running in to the door to greet me, she hugged me and pulled back. "Did you have fun?" she asked me. I just smiled and nodded.
"I'm just tired," I said truthfully. I had a lack of excitement at the moment, but you wouldn't believe how happy I was to see her.
"I missed you," she said all cute as if I was five. I smiled and gave a little laugh.
"I missed you too," I replied. I left her to wait for my father, who was still unloading his bags from the car, and went into the living room where Jake was watching cartoons. He was sitting on the couch, I went over and collapsed next to him, it felt good to sit on something familiar.
"Where have you been?" Jake asked. I just looked at him and shook my head. I turned from him and began watching Chalk Zone, how much better can life get?
I heard my dad come in, I heard my mom say how much she missed him and how much she loves him and all that junk. Moments later I heard them giggling and horrible, and I mean horrible, images formed in my mind. I didn't even want to know what they were doing, and couldn't they do it somewhere else? Fuck, I'm gonna be scarred for life.
Oh well, that's just the way things are when you have young, horny and madly in love parents. I'm just happy to be home. Perhaps things will get better, maybe even between my father and me. I don't know, only time will tell.
