Junkpile!, chapter 5
Later on that month, my father decides to fix something in the basement washroom, which is right next to my room (yes my room is in the basement) so he had to use some strong smelling chemical thing. After half an hour of smelling such fowl chemicals I decide to risk hypothermia and open my bedroom window.
I pick up your guitar and randomly start playing 'Give Me Novocain' after a couple of run throughs I start to sing along. All of a sudden I hear a knocking on my window. Startled I stand up on my chair to move the curtain to see Jimmy.
"What the hell are you doing, haven't you ever heard of a doorbell?" I ask exasperated. "My father sent me over here to ask if he could borrow a box cutting knife, he misplaced his."
"Yeah, sure" I say as I jump down to fetch the knife.
When I get back to my room, Jimmy had climbed in and is now sitting on my bed strumming my guitar. "So this is a girl's room" he says looking around at the Green Day posters on the walls.
"Yes it is!" I say slightly irritated, "here's the knife"
"You sing really well," he says as he climbs up on my chair, "and your guitar skills are pretty good too."
"Thanks" I say while trying to shove him out the window.
"You know Tunny and I want to start a band and we really wanted some female vocals, we have my step-sister Mary Jane, but when she sings, she sounds like a dying donkey, she's an awesome bass player though."
"You know what," you say after a couple of seconds of consideration, "I would like to take part in your band."
"Awesome," he says poking his head through your window, "band practice is in one hour in my garage."
In exactly one hour I grab my guitar and walk over to Jimmy's garage. When I get there I see that Jimmy has set up his computer in the garage. I then realize I'm all alone, so I head inside Jimmy's house in hopes of finding him. I see a door that has a Green Day poster on it so I figure it must be Jimmy's room; after all he talks so fondly of their music. I open the door to see him with a mouse in his hand. "HOLY SHIT!" I yell startling Jimmy so much that the mouse goes flying and hits the ceiling fan before falling to the floor.
"Well their goes Sassafrass' dinner" Jimmy says very bluntly.
"Sorry" I say in my most apologetic voice. Jimmy nods and picks up the mouse and puts it in a tank where you see a relatively small snake.
"Do you mind waiting in the garage, I'll be right down, I just have to use the lavatory. MJ or Tunny should be there by now."
"Ok." I say heading out of his room.
I get back to the garage and Tunny and MJ are sitting at the computer watching an interview with Green Day and Blink 182 for some tour that happened a few years ago called Pop Disaster. By the time the interview had finished I realized Jimmy standing behind me, so I go to turn around but trip. Jimmy had tied my legs together with a skipping rope while I was watching the interview.
"Damn You!" I yell as he's rolling on the floor with laughter.
After all of we've composed ourselves you decide to start playing. You commence with 'The Grouch,' you on lead guitar, Jimmy as vocals and secondary guitar, MJ on bass and Tunny on the drums:
I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
This world owes me so fuck you
Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so fuck you
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideas
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideas
I had a young and optimistic point of view
I've decomposed yet my gut's getting fat
Oh my God, I'm turning out like my Dad
I'm always rude, I've a bad attitude
The world owes me so fuck you
The wife's a nag and the kids fucking up
I don't have sex 'cause I can't get it up
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me so fuck you
At the end of the song we hear, who must be Jimmy's dad yell, "Stop playing that goddamn song! Its fuckin depressing me!" We all start laughing our heads off, we then find it too risky to sing 'Story of My Old Man' by Good Charlotte, so the four of us sit around drinking soda and beer (not in excess though).
I pick up your guitar and randomly start playing 'Give Me Novocain' after a couple of run throughs I start to sing along. All of a sudden I hear a knocking on my window. Startled I stand up on my chair to move the curtain to see Jimmy.
"What the hell are you doing, haven't you ever heard of a doorbell?" I ask exasperated. "My father sent me over here to ask if he could borrow a box cutting knife, he misplaced his."
"Yeah, sure" I say as I jump down to fetch the knife.
When I get back to my room, Jimmy had climbed in and is now sitting on my bed strumming my guitar. "So this is a girl's room" he says looking around at the Green Day posters on the walls.
"Yes it is!" I say slightly irritated, "here's the knife"
"You sing really well," he says as he climbs up on my chair, "and your guitar skills are pretty good too."
"Thanks" I say while trying to shove him out the window.
"You know Tunny and I want to start a band and we really wanted some female vocals, we have my step-sister Mary Jane, but when she sings, she sounds like a dying donkey, she's an awesome bass player though."
"You know what," you say after a couple of seconds of consideration, "I would like to take part in your band."
"Awesome," he says poking his head through your window, "band practice is in one hour in my garage."
In exactly one hour I grab my guitar and walk over to Jimmy's garage. When I get there I see that Jimmy has set up his computer in the garage. I then realize I'm all alone, so I head inside Jimmy's house in hopes of finding him. I see a door that has a Green Day poster on it so I figure it must be Jimmy's room; after all he talks so fondly of their music. I open the door to see him with a mouse in his hand. "HOLY SHIT!" I yell startling Jimmy so much that the mouse goes flying and hits the ceiling fan before falling to the floor.
"Well their goes Sassafrass' dinner" Jimmy says very bluntly.
"Sorry" I say in my most apologetic voice. Jimmy nods and picks up the mouse and puts it in a tank where you see a relatively small snake.
"Do you mind waiting in the garage, I'll be right down, I just have to use the lavatory. MJ or Tunny should be there by now."
"Ok." I say heading out of his room.
I get back to the garage and Tunny and MJ are sitting at the computer watching an interview with Green Day and Blink 182 for some tour that happened a few years ago called Pop Disaster. By the time the interview had finished I realized Jimmy standing behind me, so I go to turn around but trip. Jimmy had tied my legs together with a skipping rope while I was watching the interview.
"Damn You!" I yell as he's rolling on the floor with laughter.
After all of we've composed ourselves you decide to start playing. You commence with 'The Grouch,' you on lead guitar, Jimmy as vocals and secondary guitar, MJ on bass and Tunny on the drums:
I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
This world owes me so fuck you
Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so fuck you
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideas
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideas
I had a young and optimistic point of view
I've decomposed yet my gut's getting fat
Oh my God, I'm turning out like my Dad
I'm always rude, I've a bad attitude
The world owes me so fuck you
The wife's a nag and the kids fucking up
I don't have sex 'cause I can't get it up
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me so fuck you
At the end of the song we hear, who must be Jimmy's dad yell, "Stop playing that goddamn song! Its fuckin depressing me!" We all start laughing our heads off, we then find it too risky to sing 'Story of My Old Man' by Good Charlotte, so the four of us sit around drinking soda and beer (not in excess though).
