State of Mind, chapter 10
I tumbled in my bed that night thinking about him. I couldn't sleep. I turned to my side and looked into the dark. I kept tossing and turning before deciding to get up and have a drink of water, and maybe watch some TV. I went into the kitchen and opened up the shelf and pulled out a glass. I walked to the taps slowly, turned the water on, and poured myself a glass. I moved the glass to the side and bent over and tilted my head on a side and let the water run down my face. I opened my mouth to let water go in my mouth to drink and closed it again. I turned the water off and dried my face with my t-shirt I was wearing. I grabbed my glass and went into the television room, there I sat myself down on a couch and turned on the TV.
It was 3:30 in the morning but I just couldn't sleep, there were too many things wound up in my head at the moment. I didn't know how I felt about Australia. I guess I did feel alone there, but it felt much better here. It's just, I miss Australia, and I can't help it. I couldn't exactly 'pin-point' what I missed; I guess just the getting up, and remembering the people that mattered to me. Just the little things, like the guy at the newsagent store, and the old lady at The Crossway Avenue, she would always greet me and say hello to me when I walked to school. And then it would be there, the one thing I would dread everyday, school. Id wake up and realize it would be a week day. Nothing special, just another day of being 'unique'.
I changed channels only to find late night music. But guess who was on, AC/DC. Thank God, Highway to Hell was my refuge. I made a mental note to buy their album's one day. I did like a lot of Punk and Rock bands, but I also did like the Metal bands like Motley Crue. And then there was plain old rock, like AC/DC and Guns N Roses and I could stretch for miles. Rock and Roll was another thing, that's what inspired me to become who I am today, and the punk music, punk had made my ways of thinking a lot different. The way I thought about how people treated me, and why I always thought I wasn't good enough so I tried to suck up to them. But then one day I realized 'fuck that', im not gonna take it. So from then on instead of being a total weirdo I became to what they've known today, a 'punk' or a 'goth'. But on the contrary, I don't care.
Highway to Hell finished, and Midnight Oil approached. Another classic. I like how musically, they could make one Aboriginals shadow, shine down on the white people, it made me think that there is some hope out there, that not all people are ignorant, or prejudice. At least I could turn to them for inspiration, for some kind of optimism, and hope. Maybe I was just too sadistic to realize that my life had changed, in a good way, it had become bright. And not only did I have friends at this point, I actually had a life and a home.
I turned the TV off and went back to my room with my water. I sat on my bed and looked under my bed for my guitar. I found it, pulled it up and started playing. It was the middle of the night, so I muted the chords. I played 'Dig Up Her Bones', a Misfits song.
Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
Walk me to the graveyard
Dig Up her Bones...
I played the chorus and sang, before I heard a tap on the wall. I stopped playing and sat still, "Tap tap tap," I heard it again. I climbed over to the wall and tapped back, I figured it was Billie Joe, so I got up and walked to his room. I gently knocked on his door, being careful not to wake anybody up.
He was sitting on his bed with is guitar in his lap looking over at me.
"Can't sleep?" I asked moving towards his bed. He shook his head side to side.
"Neither can I," I answered back. I looked over at his guitar he seemed to be playing. It was a baby blue Fender Strat, bombarded with stickers.
"Nice guitar," I commented looking over at the baby blue sex on strings.
"Yeah, it's awesome," he commented.
"Wheredja get it from?" I asked amazed by this treasure.
"Ohh, my dad gave it to me," he added seeming a little dull.
"How come I've never seen your dad around?" I asked naively.
"Oh, umm, my dad died a few years ago," Bill explained. My face drained of colour and I continued with twiddling my thumbs.
"Ohh, sorry to hear that," I answered looking around
"So what were you playing before?" Bill asked me.
"Dig up her Bones, the Misfits song," I answered concentrating on the Clash poster above me.
"Really! I love that song, can you teach me it? If you're not tired?" he asked with a side of enthusiasm.
"Yeah, no problem. I don't think I can sleep anyways," I said wondering back to my room and taking hold of my guitar before I came back. I sat down on the bed next to him and played the four chords. I repeated them and played them to the tune. He copied me and played them all correct, they were all power chords anyways, and it's not anything new. Then he was singing and in five minutes he could play the chorus to 'Dig up her Bones'. It was catchy song I'd have to say, along with other Misfits songs like Saturday Night, and Fiend Club, Green Hell, Hybrid Moments, Astro Zombies and Attitude. Although they would vary on a daily basis depending on how I was feeling, all I could say is that the Misfits could really play.
"Awesome, thanks for teaching me that," Bill said as he put his guitar down in his stand. I placed mine down flat on my lap and stared around.
"So Isabel, I know you may not want to talk about this but I just want to know, how come you came to California?" he asked sounding uncertain.
"Well," I started.
"You know how I didn't like my life in Australia, what with my family and so called 'friends', I just needed to get out and I didn't really care less about where I went or what happened to me. And you probably realize im a fan of the Ramones, and they have this song 'California Sun', which you already have heard I'm guessing."
"As a matter of fact, yes, I have," Bill stated.
"Well," I thought, "what the hell, I liked the lyrics to the song..."
Well I'm going out west where I belong
Where the days are short and the nights are long
And I'll walk a little walk I'll twist a little twist
I'll shimmy a little shimmy I'll fly a little fly
Yea we're out there having fun in the warm California sun
Well, I'm going out west out on the coast
Where the California girls are really the most
Where they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun
Well, the girls are frisky in old 'Frisco
A pretty little chick wherever you go
And they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun
....And the way the Ramones put it, California must be a good place. And anyways, I had nowhere else I could think of so I settled with California, and I just picked up a brochure of Berkley and came here," I finished wanting to close off the subject.
"Ok, fair enough. I was just a little curious. But don't you think they'll realize you are missing or you are gone?" he asked. I had really thought of that myself actually. What were they thinking; I was gonna for almost three weeks.
"I haven't actually thought of that, but I doubt my family or friends would have actually cared," I explained.
"Ok then," Bill closed realizing that the topic was coming up to close.
We stared around the room for a while before Billie Joe broke the silence,
"So Isabel. You and Trè seem pretty close," he started.
"Oh, no we're not," I said blushing at the sign of his name.
"Ohh really?" Bill asked raising his eyebrow.
"Ohh really what?" I asked in return shifting my weight from one side to the other.
"Well more like, ohh, Ahh, oooooh, aooh, mmmm, mmmm kinda close," Bill explained making out with himself rolling on the bed. I just stood there in the dark blushing like mad. Did he see what we Trè and I had done? I don't know.
"What do you mean?" I asked again trying to confirm what I thought.
"You and Trè. I came to see what was taking you two so long getting you're pants, so I walked up the hall and came to Très bedroom door when I heard some 'strange' things going on behind it," he said crossing his arms and smiling at me like he figured us out.
"Ohh, yeah about that... well... I... umm..." I started trying to think up a story to go with it, but I couldn't think.
"Isabel, admit it, you have the hots for Trè," Bill said bluntly.
"Ok, maybe I do, but that doesn't mean you have to go telling him ok?" I asked him praying he would tell him.
"Ok, I won't. I just want you to know, that Trè obviously likes you too," he said directly.
"Oh and how do you know that?" I asked.
"I've got my sources," Bill replied smiling to himself in the dark.
After a few more minutes of talking we decided to go to sleep, we were both pretty tired and needed the rest. I said goodnight and walked off to my room with my guitar and placed it back in its case. Then I went to sleep and left everything aside.
I woke up in the morning and stumbled out of my bed. I chucked a clean shirt on and some jeans. It was a Sunday. I went into the kitchen where I met Billie,
"Morning Bill," I said making my way in the seat next to him.
"Morning Piss Pants," Bill said and smiled an innocent smile.
"Don't you even start calling me that!" I proclaimed as I went and got toast out.
"I wouldn't waste your time," Bill replied with a sense of delight.
"Meh!" was all I said in return. I put the bread in the toaster and waited for it to pop up.
"You really like your toast don't you?" Bill asked glancing over at the Vegemite as if they were mortal enemies.
"No, it's not so much the toast, it's the Vegemite. Although people hate Vegemite, I consider Vegemite very much to smoking, the first time you try it, you choke on it, but then you try it again, and you just seem to like it, and then you get addicted. But the thing that is different is that smoking is bad for you and Vegemite is only a spread." I stated out as a fact.
"Well, maybe one day I'll like it," Bill says glancing over at the toast that had popped up. I took the toast out and spread a generous amount of Vegemite on them.
"Hey, have you thought about going to school?" Bill asked.
"Well, yes and no, I'm not sure," I said taking a bite out of my toast.
"You should think about it. 'Cause you need some sort of education. I know this may sound weird coming from me, I mean im trying to get out of school and now im trying to send you in," Bill said gaining volume.
"Yeah," I laughed.
"I'm not sure, what do you think?" I asked taking another bite of my toast.
"I think you should come to school with us, you have friends here and it would be fun," Bill asked.
"Well, okay. But on one condition, I'm wagging science," I stated making it as clear as possible. I put my hand out to seal it with a deal
"Deal?" I asked
"Deal," he replied.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"Well we were thinking of having band practice, me Mike and Trè have been trying to get a gig at Gilman Street. So we are pretty much gonna be practicing flat out," Bill said.
"Cool, oh by the way, you never told me what yours and was called," I said finishing my toast.
"Ohh, were called Sweet Children," Bill replied.
"Sweet Children?" I asked.
"You know the school I go to?" Bill asked.
"Ohh, Sweet Children, yeah, I know that" I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"When does band practice start?" I asked.
"Soon, when we finish eating we can go," Bill said piling his plate into the sink along with mine.
"Cool," I said filling the sink up with water and washing the dishes in the sink.
We walked down a few streets until we came across Trè's house. I decided not to sneak up on him this time when we went inside; instead I sat calmly on a couch.
"Hey Mike, hey Trè," I waved lying down in the couch.
"Hey," they answered in unison. Moving towards their instruments and turning on their amps. Trè sat behind his drums and did some break beats and Mike just played something along with it. Bill got out his guitar and set up a microphone.
They were all set to go, everything was set up and all they needed was a count in to start their first song. They played a song called 'Going to Pasalacqua'. I liked it; it had a good beat to it. They played a few of their other songs, and then they finished.
"We're going to Gilman in a couple of hours because we want to show Lawrence our music. We've been trying to get a gig at Gilman for a few months now, he told us to bring our stuff down and show him, so we'll get there early and see what he thinks," Bill told me as he put his guitar back into his case.
A couple of hours later we piled into Mike's van and we headed off to Gilman Street. Bill, Mike and Trè all seemed nervous, it was quite funny actually, and no one had spoken a word on the way in the car. We turned a corner and headed to towards the venue. Everyone got their instruments together and downed a bottle of beer to get ready and let the nerves go away.
We went inside and found Lawrence.
"Hey Laurie," Trè spoke.
"Hey Trè, Bill, Mike. You guys can get set up on stage, I'll be out in a minute," Laurie said while walking off into another room.
"Come on guys, stage is this way," Mike pointed to the direction. I walked onto the stage and jumped off; I moved towards a table and sat on a chair. From there I watched them set up. Lawrence came in and sat down closer to the stage on another table. He gave them the 'all clear' and they were off. I had never seen such a young band have so much potential, they really had their hearts set on 'Sweet Children.' I hoped they did make it big one day, they were really good.
They played my personal favorite of theirs 'Going to Pasalacqua' and the rest I didn't know what they were called, but they had good rhythm. I think Bill, Mike and Trè didn't realize how good they were cause as soon as they knew it they had the gig. Next Friday at 5, they had to be there. They were gonna be playing with Operation Ivy and The Lookouts. They would be the opening band.
"Hey, are you guys sticking around for Gilman tonight?" Laurie asked.
"Nah, I think tonight we are gonna get wasted," Mike replied with a spark of happiness in his eyes. They were really pleased with themselves and so was I.
We got back into Mike's van and we drove to the local alcohol store.
"Are you sure you guys can get them?" I asked referring to the booze.
"Yeah, we've done it many times before; we just get Mike to go in because he looks the oldest here. And trust me, it works" Bill said parking half the van clumsily on the sidewalk.
"Dude! What kind of parking is that?" Trè stated walking out of the car and examining the parked car. Half was perched on the footpath at an odd angle and the other half was on the road.
"Meh, we'll be gone soon anyways," Bill proclaimed as he put his hands on his head and waited for Mike to come back with booze, booze and more booze.
Back at Trè's house, what happened next would never be remembered.
The Police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said he ain't here but, he sure went past
Oh your looking for, Jimmy Jazz
Sattamassagana for Jimmy dread
Cut off his ears and, chop off his head
Police came looking for, Jimmy Jazz
We had broken into song, and a very good one as a matter of fact, The Clash. There was no need for singing, yelling at the top of our voices did it for us. The booze had gotten to us; we were running around the house chasing each other until we all jumped on Trè's bed and just slept there.
It was 3:30 in the morning but I just couldn't sleep, there were too many things wound up in my head at the moment. I didn't know how I felt about Australia. I guess I did feel alone there, but it felt much better here. It's just, I miss Australia, and I can't help it. I couldn't exactly 'pin-point' what I missed; I guess just the getting up, and remembering the people that mattered to me. Just the little things, like the guy at the newsagent store, and the old lady at The Crossway Avenue, she would always greet me and say hello to me when I walked to school. And then it would be there, the one thing I would dread everyday, school. Id wake up and realize it would be a week day. Nothing special, just another day of being 'unique'.
I changed channels only to find late night music. But guess who was on, AC/DC. Thank God, Highway to Hell was my refuge. I made a mental note to buy their album's one day. I did like a lot of Punk and Rock bands, but I also did like the Metal bands like Motley Crue. And then there was plain old rock, like AC/DC and Guns N Roses and I could stretch for miles. Rock and Roll was another thing, that's what inspired me to become who I am today, and the punk music, punk had made my ways of thinking a lot different. The way I thought about how people treated me, and why I always thought I wasn't good enough so I tried to suck up to them. But then one day I realized 'fuck that', im not gonna take it. So from then on instead of being a total weirdo I became to what they've known today, a 'punk' or a 'goth'. But on the contrary, I don't care.
Highway to Hell finished, and Midnight Oil approached. Another classic. I like how musically, they could make one Aboriginals shadow, shine down on the white people, it made me think that there is some hope out there, that not all people are ignorant, or prejudice. At least I could turn to them for inspiration, for some kind of optimism, and hope. Maybe I was just too sadistic to realize that my life had changed, in a good way, it had become bright. And not only did I have friends at this point, I actually had a life and a home.
I turned the TV off and went back to my room with my water. I sat on my bed and looked under my bed for my guitar. I found it, pulled it up and started playing. It was the middle of the night, so I muted the chords. I played 'Dig Up Her Bones', a Misfits song.
Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
Walk me to the graveyard
Dig Up her Bones...
I played the chorus and sang, before I heard a tap on the wall. I stopped playing and sat still, "Tap tap tap," I heard it again. I climbed over to the wall and tapped back, I figured it was Billie Joe, so I got up and walked to his room. I gently knocked on his door, being careful not to wake anybody up.
He was sitting on his bed with is guitar in his lap looking over at me.
"Can't sleep?" I asked moving towards his bed. He shook his head side to side.
"Neither can I," I answered back. I looked over at his guitar he seemed to be playing. It was a baby blue Fender Strat, bombarded with stickers.
"Nice guitar," I commented looking over at the baby blue sex on strings.
"Yeah, it's awesome," he commented.
"Wheredja get it from?" I asked amazed by this treasure.
"Ohh, my dad gave it to me," he added seeming a little dull.
"How come I've never seen your dad around?" I asked naively.
"Oh, umm, my dad died a few years ago," Bill explained. My face drained of colour and I continued with twiddling my thumbs.
"Ohh, sorry to hear that," I answered looking around
"So what were you playing before?" Bill asked me.
"Dig up her Bones, the Misfits song," I answered concentrating on the Clash poster above me.
"Really! I love that song, can you teach me it? If you're not tired?" he asked with a side of enthusiasm.
"Yeah, no problem. I don't think I can sleep anyways," I said wondering back to my room and taking hold of my guitar before I came back. I sat down on the bed next to him and played the four chords. I repeated them and played them to the tune. He copied me and played them all correct, they were all power chords anyways, and it's not anything new. Then he was singing and in five minutes he could play the chorus to 'Dig up her Bones'. It was catchy song I'd have to say, along with other Misfits songs like Saturday Night, and Fiend Club, Green Hell, Hybrid Moments, Astro Zombies and Attitude. Although they would vary on a daily basis depending on how I was feeling, all I could say is that the Misfits could really play.
"Awesome, thanks for teaching me that," Bill said as he put his guitar down in his stand. I placed mine down flat on my lap and stared around.
"So Isabel, I know you may not want to talk about this but I just want to know, how come you came to California?" he asked sounding uncertain.
"Well," I started.
"You know how I didn't like my life in Australia, what with my family and so called 'friends', I just needed to get out and I didn't really care less about where I went or what happened to me. And you probably realize im a fan of the Ramones, and they have this song 'California Sun', which you already have heard I'm guessing."
"As a matter of fact, yes, I have," Bill stated.
"Well," I thought, "what the hell, I liked the lyrics to the song..."
Well I'm going out west where I belong
Where the days are short and the nights are long
And I'll walk a little walk I'll twist a little twist
I'll shimmy a little shimmy I'll fly a little fly
Yea we're out there having fun in the warm California sun
Well, I'm going out west out on the coast
Where the California girls are really the most
Where they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun
Well, the girls are frisky in old 'Frisco
A pretty little chick wherever you go
And they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun
....And the way the Ramones put it, California must be a good place. And anyways, I had nowhere else I could think of so I settled with California, and I just picked up a brochure of Berkley and came here," I finished wanting to close off the subject.
"Ok, fair enough. I was just a little curious. But don't you think they'll realize you are missing or you are gone?" he asked. I had really thought of that myself actually. What were they thinking; I was gonna for almost three weeks.
"I haven't actually thought of that, but I doubt my family or friends would have actually cared," I explained.
"Ok then," Bill closed realizing that the topic was coming up to close.
We stared around the room for a while before Billie Joe broke the silence,
"So Isabel. You and Trè seem pretty close," he started.
"Oh, no we're not," I said blushing at the sign of his name.
"Ohh really?" Bill asked raising his eyebrow.
"Ohh really what?" I asked in return shifting my weight from one side to the other.
"Well more like, ohh, Ahh, oooooh, aooh, mmmm, mmmm kinda close," Bill explained making out with himself rolling on the bed. I just stood there in the dark blushing like mad. Did he see what we Trè and I had done? I don't know.
"What do you mean?" I asked again trying to confirm what I thought.
"You and Trè. I came to see what was taking you two so long getting you're pants, so I walked up the hall and came to Très bedroom door when I heard some 'strange' things going on behind it," he said crossing his arms and smiling at me like he figured us out.
"Ohh, yeah about that... well... I... umm..." I started trying to think up a story to go with it, but I couldn't think.
"Isabel, admit it, you have the hots for Trè," Bill said bluntly.
"Ok, maybe I do, but that doesn't mean you have to go telling him ok?" I asked him praying he would tell him.
"Ok, I won't. I just want you to know, that Trè obviously likes you too," he said directly.
"Oh and how do you know that?" I asked.
"I've got my sources," Bill replied smiling to himself in the dark.
After a few more minutes of talking we decided to go to sleep, we were both pretty tired and needed the rest. I said goodnight and walked off to my room with my guitar and placed it back in its case. Then I went to sleep and left everything aside.
I woke up in the morning and stumbled out of my bed. I chucked a clean shirt on and some jeans. It was a Sunday. I went into the kitchen where I met Billie,
"Morning Bill," I said making my way in the seat next to him.
"Morning Piss Pants," Bill said and smiled an innocent smile.
"Don't you even start calling me that!" I proclaimed as I went and got toast out.
"I wouldn't waste your time," Bill replied with a sense of delight.
"Meh!" was all I said in return. I put the bread in the toaster and waited for it to pop up.
"You really like your toast don't you?" Bill asked glancing over at the Vegemite as if they were mortal enemies.
"No, it's not so much the toast, it's the Vegemite. Although people hate Vegemite, I consider Vegemite very much to smoking, the first time you try it, you choke on it, but then you try it again, and you just seem to like it, and then you get addicted. But the thing that is different is that smoking is bad for you and Vegemite is only a spread." I stated out as a fact.
"Well, maybe one day I'll like it," Bill says glancing over at the toast that had popped up. I took the toast out and spread a generous amount of Vegemite on them.
"Hey, have you thought about going to school?" Bill asked.
"Well, yes and no, I'm not sure," I said taking a bite out of my toast.
"You should think about it. 'Cause you need some sort of education. I know this may sound weird coming from me, I mean im trying to get out of school and now im trying to send you in," Bill said gaining volume.
"Yeah," I laughed.
"I'm not sure, what do you think?" I asked taking another bite of my toast.
"I think you should come to school with us, you have friends here and it would be fun," Bill asked.
"Well, okay. But on one condition, I'm wagging science," I stated making it as clear as possible. I put my hand out to seal it with a deal
"Deal?" I asked
"Deal," he replied.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"Well we were thinking of having band practice, me Mike and Trè have been trying to get a gig at Gilman Street. So we are pretty much gonna be practicing flat out," Bill said.
"Cool, oh by the way, you never told me what yours and was called," I said finishing my toast.
"Ohh, were called Sweet Children," Bill replied.
"Sweet Children?" I asked.
"You know the school I go to?" Bill asked.
"Ohh, Sweet Children, yeah, I know that" I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"When does band practice start?" I asked.
"Soon, when we finish eating we can go," Bill said piling his plate into the sink along with mine.
"Cool," I said filling the sink up with water and washing the dishes in the sink.
We walked down a few streets until we came across Trè's house. I decided not to sneak up on him this time when we went inside; instead I sat calmly on a couch.
"Hey Mike, hey Trè," I waved lying down in the couch.
"Hey," they answered in unison. Moving towards their instruments and turning on their amps. Trè sat behind his drums and did some break beats and Mike just played something along with it. Bill got out his guitar and set up a microphone.
They were all set to go, everything was set up and all they needed was a count in to start their first song. They played a song called 'Going to Pasalacqua'. I liked it; it had a good beat to it. They played a few of their other songs, and then they finished.
"We're going to Gilman in a couple of hours because we want to show Lawrence our music. We've been trying to get a gig at Gilman for a few months now, he told us to bring our stuff down and show him, so we'll get there early and see what he thinks," Bill told me as he put his guitar back into his case.
A couple of hours later we piled into Mike's van and we headed off to Gilman Street. Bill, Mike and Trè all seemed nervous, it was quite funny actually, and no one had spoken a word on the way in the car. We turned a corner and headed to towards the venue. Everyone got their instruments together and downed a bottle of beer to get ready and let the nerves go away.
We went inside and found Lawrence.
"Hey Laurie," Trè spoke.
"Hey Trè, Bill, Mike. You guys can get set up on stage, I'll be out in a minute," Laurie said while walking off into another room.
"Come on guys, stage is this way," Mike pointed to the direction. I walked onto the stage and jumped off; I moved towards a table and sat on a chair. From there I watched them set up. Lawrence came in and sat down closer to the stage on another table. He gave them the 'all clear' and they were off. I had never seen such a young band have so much potential, they really had their hearts set on 'Sweet Children.' I hoped they did make it big one day, they were really good.
They played my personal favorite of theirs 'Going to Pasalacqua' and the rest I didn't know what they were called, but they had good rhythm. I think Bill, Mike and Trè didn't realize how good they were cause as soon as they knew it they had the gig. Next Friday at 5, they had to be there. They were gonna be playing with Operation Ivy and The Lookouts. They would be the opening band.
"Hey, are you guys sticking around for Gilman tonight?" Laurie asked.
"Nah, I think tonight we are gonna get wasted," Mike replied with a spark of happiness in his eyes. They were really pleased with themselves and so was I.
We got back into Mike's van and we drove to the local alcohol store.
"Are you sure you guys can get them?" I asked referring to the booze.
"Yeah, we've done it many times before; we just get Mike to go in because he looks the oldest here. And trust me, it works" Bill said parking half the van clumsily on the sidewalk.
"Dude! What kind of parking is that?" Trè stated walking out of the car and examining the parked car. Half was perched on the footpath at an odd angle and the other half was on the road.
"Meh, we'll be gone soon anyways," Bill proclaimed as he put his hands on his head and waited for Mike to come back with booze, booze and more booze.
Back at Trè's house, what happened next would never be remembered.
The Police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said he ain't here but, he sure went past
Oh your looking for, Jimmy Jazz
Sattamassagana for Jimmy dread
Cut off his ears and, chop off his head
Police came looking for, Jimmy Jazz
We had broken into song, and a very good one as a matter of fact, The Clash. There was no need for singing, yelling at the top of our voices did it for us. The booze had gotten to us; we were running around the house chasing each other until we all jumped on Trè's bed and just slept there.
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