She's my Fucking Daughter! I Have to See Her!, chapter 2

I sped down the highway in my black BMW. Mike and Tre were passed out in the backseat. I had the radio blaring. The Beatles. I love that band. Hey, who doesn't? Beatle haters? Maybe.

I passed the state capital. That's where Elizabeth and I first kissed. On the steps. I passed the River Center. That's where she agreed to, well, use your mind. I sighed as I passed Woman's Hospital. That's where she was born. "Adeline," I moaned.

Then it dawned on me. Where the fuck was I heading to, anyway? I have no idea where they live. I know that Elizabeth never married. I knew that it was in a suburb, and that she worked downtown as a waitress. That's about it. Damn. What was the name of the cafe? Oh, right. Coffee Star.

I pulled into the parking lot. It was open. I walked in and went up to the counter. A lady was filling out a card. She slowly looked up as she said,"Can I help... Oh... my... God. You're... Billie Joe Armstrong."
"The one and only," I said, shrugging.
"What can I get you?" she asked, pulling out a notepad. "Nothing," I said, pulling out my wallet, "I just need to know something." I took the picture of Elizabeth out and handed it to her. "Does this woman work here?" She stared at it for a moment. "She used too," she said, handing it back,"Until she got a job offer as headliner at Swamp Mama's." I smiled. Lizz had always wanted to work at Swamp Mama's. She was a great jazz singer. This was her dream job.

"Do you still have her address?"I asked hopefully. "I'm really sorry, but," she said, "I can't give it to you." I looked deeply at her.
"I need it. I really need it."
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Armstrong."
"You wouldn't understand how much I need it."
She looked at me.
"Alright. I'll give it to you. On one condition."
"Anything."
"Just give me an autograph."
She smiled and held out her notepad. I smiled as I gave it to her.
"What's your name?"
"Felicity."
"Nice name."
She giggled as I handed the pad back to her.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Can I have it now?"
"Hey, a promise is a promise."
She ducked down behind the counter and dug through the file that was kept under there. She came up about five minutes later, holding a card in her hand.
"There you go."
"Thank you so much."
I turned to leave.
"Oh, and Mr. Armstrong?"
"Yeah?"
"Good luck with whatever you're looking for."
"Thanks."
I meant it. I was going to need all the luck I could get.

I got into the car and started it. Tre and Mike stirred in their sleep. I flipped the card over. Lizz had written something on the back. "It's been real. It's been fun. But it hasn't been real fun." I felt the tears well up. That's what she said right before I left. I hated those words. I took out a pencil and erased it. I didn't want to look at them. I flipped it back over, to look at the address.

Name: Elizabeth Howards
Sex: Female
Phone Number: 269-7089
Address: 1267 Brier Drive
(Author: It's made up. I do live in Louisiana but this is made up.)

I knew where Brier Drive was. But it was way off. I sighed and put the card down. I stepped on the gas and was off. I was off to see. Lizz. I was off to see my daughter.