A story about a man losing a grip on life, that man named Tre, chapter 1
I just sat there, in my own world, as Billie and Mike laughed their asses off at something on the tv.
Oh and by the way I'm Tre, the drummer of Green Day. A lot of people know me as the crazy, sex addict guy in town. Well, yeah I don't mind being known as that, I mean who wouldn't? It's just I feel, well I hate to say this but, jealous. Jealous of what you may ask. Well I'm jealous of Billie, yeah that's it, Billie. He's got it all, money, fame, looks and most of all a family. Ok, so I have a family, a great family in fact, but what I mean is a HAPPY family.
I just ignore it and get on with my life, I wouldn't want the guys to see that I'm jealous of Billie, how pathetic would that sound? No, typical me, I just grin and bare it.
"Yo Tre, wanna go down the market and grab a few beers for a night in?" Billie shouted over the loud talking on the tv.
"erm.." I answered. Normally, I wouldn't have turned down such an opportunity, but i just didn't feel like it anymore. The only time I felt like drinking is either to well, you know, get me in the mood, or to drown my sorrows. And to tell you the truth tonight I just don't want to get in the mood. Oh my god, did I just say that? Well, yeah anyway I'm not, ok readers?
"Oh my fucking god Tre! you actually hesitated to answer a question about fucking beer!" Mike screeched in shock of his best friend, laughing slightly.
"Look, so what if I don't actually want to get pissed out of my mind for once in my life! Go ahead if you wanna, but I just ain't feeling like it ok! And Mike, stop acting as if I'm some sort of alcoholic!" Tre shouted, causing Billie to suddenly jump.
"Fine dude, whatever, I was only joking, and erm, well Tre you do drink a lot..." Mike apologised, not actually wanting to call Tre an exact alcoholic.
There was a nervous minutes silence as Mike and Tre glared at each other.
"Well, I'm going down the market anyway to grab some beers, so I'll leave you two kids here to play nicely" Billie said wondering if he did the right thing to joke at a time like this.
"Yeah, I'll come with ya dude" Mike mumbled angrily, picking up his coat and headed out the front door. Billie followed and the house suddenly fell silent.
I was left alone. Again. I didn't mean to flip out at Mike, but recently I've realised just how much he judged me. I mean, seriously I'm not an alcoholic! I wish people would get off my case!. Suddenly the rocknroll part of the song homecoming sprang to mind.
I haven't drank or smoked nothin'
In over 22 days
So get off of my case
Off of my case
Off. of. my case.
Yeah that's about right, I just wish people actually listened to some of my lyrics. But no, Billie is the best at that, Billie is the one who rights the best songs. People only care about what Billie writes. Why couldn't people actually take in what I write? Ok, so I haven't written much, I haven't had the chance, but what I have written people take for granted. Ok so 'like a rat does cheese' isn't exactly something deep to take in, but still it's something that matters right?
I hauled myself up from the sagging sofa in Billie's basement and went to sit at the drum kit. I took hold of the chewed drum sticks and started bashing some sort of shit that came to mind on the battered drum set.
When I finished I looked over at Billie's row of guitars. They were all shiny and in perfect condition. As was Mike's bass guitars. Then I turned my gaze back to my drum kit, the skin peeling and the paint scratched. Even the peddle for the bass didn't work anymore so I kinda had to kick it with my foot.
This sucks, my band mates instruments are perfect and mine? Well as usual they are battered and useless. A bit like me. I sighed and decided to sit back down on the sofa, waiting for them to come back.
I slumbered down on the moth eaten sofa and looked at the ray of photos on the shelf. There was one of Billie and Adrienne, looking lovingly into each others eyes. One of Joey and Jakob, Billie's kids. Another of the guys at an awards show, Billie stood looking flirtatiously into the camera, Mike stood with his hand on Billie's shoulder. And then there's me. Stood halfway behind Billie, pulling a stupid ass face. It's what I always do, I guess to be different, yet the attention is still on Billie.
I sighed and moved my gaze to another photo, it was of Billie and Mike when they were about 10. They looked happy as best friends could be. Then I saw a photo hidden behind the picture of Billie and Mike, it had a dusty and cracked frame. I pulled it out and saw it was a picture of me. Ok I was supposed to be happy he had a picture of me on his shelf right? Well no, it still got to me that it was hidden and put in a useless frame.
Was I even wanted anymore?
I decided to ignore it and just slouched back on the couch. Waiting...
Oh and by the way I'm Tre, the drummer of Green Day. A lot of people know me as the crazy, sex addict guy in town. Well, yeah I don't mind being known as that, I mean who wouldn't? It's just I feel, well I hate to say this but, jealous. Jealous of what you may ask. Well I'm jealous of Billie, yeah that's it, Billie. He's got it all, money, fame, looks and most of all a family. Ok, so I have a family, a great family in fact, but what I mean is a HAPPY family.
I just ignore it and get on with my life, I wouldn't want the guys to see that I'm jealous of Billie, how pathetic would that sound? No, typical me, I just grin and bare it.
"Yo Tre, wanna go down the market and grab a few beers for a night in?" Billie shouted over the loud talking on the tv.
"erm.." I answered. Normally, I wouldn't have turned down such an opportunity, but i just didn't feel like it anymore. The only time I felt like drinking is either to well, you know, get me in the mood, or to drown my sorrows. And to tell you the truth tonight I just don't want to get in the mood. Oh my god, did I just say that? Well, yeah anyway I'm not, ok readers?
"Oh my fucking god Tre! you actually hesitated to answer a question about fucking beer!" Mike screeched in shock of his best friend, laughing slightly.
"Look, so what if I don't actually want to get pissed out of my mind for once in my life! Go ahead if you wanna, but I just ain't feeling like it ok! And Mike, stop acting as if I'm some sort of alcoholic!" Tre shouted, causing Billie to suddenly jump.
"Fine dude, whatever, I was only joking, and erm, well Tre you do drink a lot..." Mike apologised, not actually wanting to call Tre an exact alcoholic.
There was a nervous minutes silence as Mike and Tre glared at each other.
"Well, I'm going down the market anyway to grab some beers, so I'll leave you two kids here to play nicely" Billie said wondering if he did the right thing to joke at a time like this.
"Yeah, I'll come with ya dude" Mike mumbled angrily, picking up his coat and headed out the front door. Billie followed and the house suddenly fell silent.
I was left alone. Again. I didn't mean to flip out at Mike, but recently I've realised just how much he judged me. I mean, seriously I'm not an alcoholic! I wish people would get off my case!. Suddenly the rocknroll part of the song homecoming sprang to mind.
I haven't drank or smoked nothin'
In over 22 days
So get off of my case
Off of my case
Off. of. my case.
Yeah that's about right, I just wish people actually listened to some of my lyrics. But no, Billie is the best at that, Billie is the one who rights the best songs. People only care about what Billie writes. Why couldn't people actually take in what I write? Ok, so I haven't written much, I haven't had the chance, but what I have written people take for granted. Ok so 'like a rat does cheese' isn't exactly something deep to take in, but still it's something that matters right?
I hauled myself up from the sagging sofa in Billie's basement and went to sit at the drum kit. I took hold of the chewed drum sticks and started bashing some sort of shit that came to mind on the battered drum set.
When I finished I looked over at Billie's row of guitars. They were all shiny and in perfect condition. As was Mike's bass guitars. Then I turned my gaze back to my drum kit, the skin peeling and the paint scratched. Even the peddle for the bass didn't work anymore so I kinda had to kick it with my foot.
This sucks, my band mates instruments are perfect and mine? Well as usual they are battered and useless. A bit like me. I sighed and decided to sit back down on the sofa, waiting for them to come back.
I slumbered down on the moth eaten sofa and looked at the ray of photos on the shelf. There was one of Billie and Adrienne, looking lovingly into each others eyes. One of Joey and Jakob, Billie's kids. Another of the guys at an awards show, Billie stood looking flirtatiously into the camera, Mike stood with his hand on Billie's shoulder. And then there's me. Stood halfway behind Billie, pulling a stupid ass face. It's what I always do, I guess to be different, yet the attention is still on Billie.
I sighed and moved my gaze to another photo, it was of Billie and Mike when they were about 10. They looked happy as best friends could be. Then I saw a photo hidden behind the picture of Billie and Mike, it had a dusty and cracked frame. I pulled it out and saw it was a picture of me. Ok I was supposed to be happy he had a picture of me on his shelf right? Well no, it still got to me that it was hidden and put in a useless frame.
Was I even wanted anymore?
I decided to ignore it and just slouched back on the couch. Waiting...
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