All I Have Is An Idea, chapter 1
"I'm the Patron Saint of the Denial, with an Angel Face and a taste for Suicidal..." - Green Day, St Jimmy.
This Is My Past
If you wipe away all the lies, and all the clouds and thoughts of hopeless, dying ideas; then you'll have me. A hopeless, dying idea, which no one else can obtain and no one else can understand. I was once known as Jesus -- Jesus of Suburbia, I was the king at my local 7/11, and no one questioned me. I had a girlfriend, a life, a social status, but now I have nothing. Now I am just the remains of Jesus, and the remains created Jimmy. I am Saint Jimmy, no one knows me and I don't bother to let anyone know me. The world is a bad place, and I made it worse for myself. I had escaped from the suburbs of the boring city where I used to be known as Jesus and I left it all behind. I packed my stuff and left, ignoring my mom's pleas for me to stay. My friends didn't question my idea of leaving; because that's all it was... an idea, an idea which I brought to life. My girlfriend already had another boyfriend and we argued, we fought, but in the end, I knew I didn't love her and I told her so.
Jimmy was created due to all the bad things which had happened to me. He is me, I found him when I was walking through the city. He is wild and confident, overly cocky and completely insane. Sometimes it feels like he is me, sometimes it feels like I am watching him. But in the end he is just someone inside of me. I didn't bother to know anyone in the city, no one even attempted to get to know me, so I shut myself off completely. I didn't even know if I was hungry anymore, if I was thirsty, if I was angry or happy. I was a living zombie, until I met her, and I still don't even know her name. Word gets round that she escaped from her family and fled, running away from all her problems. She is a bit like me, we both are like each other; both outcasts in our own family, friends and world. But she didn't even know who I was and why would she? I was just someone who didn't eat or drink and soon I would starve to death.
I decided to make her notice me. I went out and got a job, just working in a local store, in my usual attire, black top, black pants, black painted nails, black eyeliner and black messy hair. That was it, that was me, just the normal Jimmy on an average day. I worked enough to get money to pay for food, drinks and shit. But I didn't have a place to sleep. So by saving my money I rented an apartment in the rundown area of the city, pfft, the whole city was rundown. Drug addicts everywhere, homeless people sleeping in alleys... that used to be me. I didn't have much in the apartment, a small fridge thing, a shower that hardly worked, but fuck - it worked enough. I looked better, I looked healthy.
So because I worked hard enough I got a day off from the store, so I spent my time walking around the city in boredom. Until I crashed into someone, the someone I had been waiting to crash into for the last month. She kind of disappeared off the planet; no one knew where she was. But I had found her. So like I said, we crashed into each other, literally. She was running down the street, her head down and her long black hair out behind her like a cape. She just kept running, straight into me. Her shoulder connecting with my gut. It hurt, but I managed to stay standing, which was the least I could say about her. She stumbled backwards and fell a dazed look in her beautiful green eyes. I muttered my apologies and held my hand out, but she pushed it away and stood up, independence taking over. "I don't need apologies." She said and stood there, her arms folded stubbornly. I shrugged and my arm dropped to my side.
"Who are you? You look familiar." She said, and I shrugged, my eyelids drooping in a look of lacking interest, inside I was bursting to know her name. "Jesus, I heard your name was Jes-" I frowned, who knew me by the name of Jesus? I told nobody what my name was and it definitely wasn't Jesus, it was Jimmy.
"My name is Jimmy and don't you fucking wear it out." I said coldly, my usually subtle blue eyes piercing into her green ones, my cold behaviour faltered and a look of surprise crossed my face. That was strange, different... but I liked it, confident and not bothered about what people thought. Fuck, I felt as if I could run around the city naked and I wouldn't give a shit, not that that was happening.
"Jimmy." She said, as if testing the name out and I was brought from my thoughts. "Well, I'm Whatsername." she said, Whatsername, weird, if you said it slow enough it sounded like Whats-Her-Name, maybe that was the point, I wasn't really concentrating enough to figure it out. "Yeah, I know, it's supposed to be Whats-Her-Name, nobody knows my name, I left it behind, even I've forgotten." She's like a girl version of me and I liked it.
Then she was gone, walking past me and out of sight, out of reach, at least I knew her name, unlikely that it would help, but at least I knew her name. I continued walking, feeling as if I had achieved something and it made me happier, all though I was still in a low state of mind. She's an Extraordinary Girl... I thought but continued walking, picturing her face as I went, not to mention other parts of her body I might've been looking at. She was perfect in every way. I know you probably read a lot about how this guy likes this girl, and they go out? It wasn't like that, it was different, and it was wild and unexpected. Just like my death, the death of St Jimmy, just how I was going to become Jesus all over again. I'll let you read about my life and I'll let you cry and laugh and be confused - because if you've got this far, then you might as well read on. I hope you enjoy my life, as much as I did.
This Is My Past
If you wipe away all the lies, and all the clouds and thoughts of hopeless, dying ideas; then you'll have me. A hopeless, dying idea, which no one else can obtain and no one else can understand. I was once known as Jesus -- Jesus of Suburbia, I was the king at my local 7/11, and no one questioned me. I had a girlfriend, a life, a social status, but now I have nothing. Now I am just the remains of Jesus, and the remains created Jimmy. I am Saint Jimmy, no one knows me and I don't bother to let anyone know me. The world is a bad place, and I made it worse for myself. I had escaped from the suburbs of the boring city where I used to be known as Jesus and I left it all behind. I packed my stuff and left, ignoring my mom's pleas for me to stay. My friends didn't question my idea of leaving; because that's all it was... an idea, an idea which I brought to life. My girlfriend already had another boyfriend and we argued, we fought, but in the end, I knew I didn't love her and I told her so.
Jimmy was created due to all the bad things which had happened to me. He is me, I found him when I was walking through the city. He is wild and confident, overly cocky and completely insane. Sometimes it feels like he is me, sometimes it feels like I am watching him. But in the end he is just someone inside of me. I didn't bother to know anyone in the city, no one even attempted to get to know me, so I shut myself off completely. I didn't even know if I was hungry anymore, if I was thirsty, if I was angry or happy. I was a living zombie, until I met her, and I still don't even know her name. Word gets round that she escaped from her family and fled, running away from all her problems. She is a bit like me, we both are like each other; both outcasts in our own family, friends and world. But she didn't even know who I was and why would she? I was just someone who didn't eat or drink and soon I would starve to death.
I decided to make her notice me. I went out and got a job, just working in a local store, in my usual attire, black top, black pants, black painted nails, black eyeliner and black messy hair. That was it, that was me, just the normal Jimmy on an average day. I worked enough to get money to pay for food, drinks and shit. But I didn't have a place to sleep. So by saving my money I rented an apartment in the rundown area of the city, pfft, the whole city was rundown. Drug addicts everywhere, homeless people sleeping in alleys... that used to be me. I didn't have much in the apartment, a small fridge thing, a shower that hardly worked, but fuck - it worked enough. I looked better, I looked healthy.
So because I worked hard enough I got a day off from the store, so I spent my time walking around the city in boredom. Until I crashed into someone, the someone I had been waiting to crash into for the last month. She kind of disappeared off the planet; no one knew where she was. But I had found her. So like I said, we crashed into each other, literally. She was running down the street, her head down and her long black hair out behind her like a cape. She just kept running, straight into me. Her shoulder connecting with my gut. It hurt, but I managed to stay standing, which was the least I could say about her. She stumbled backwards and fell a dazed look in her beautiful green eyes. I muttered my apologies and held my hand out, but she pushed it away and stood up, independence taking over. "I don't need apologies." She said and stood there, her arms folded stubbornly. I shrugged and my arm dropped to my side.
"Who are you? You look familiar." She said, and I shrugged, my eyelids drooping in a look of lacking interest, inside I was bursting to know her name. "Jesus, I heard your name was Jes-" I frowned, who knew me by the name of Jesus? I told nobody what my name was and it definitely wasn't Jesus, it was Jimmy.
"My name is Jimmy and don't you fucking wear it out." I said coldly, my usually subtle blue eyes piercing into her green ones, my cold behaviour faltered and a look of surprise crossed my face. That was strange, different... but I liked it, confident and not bothered about what people thought. Fuck, I felt as if I could run around the city naked and I wouldn't give a shit, not that that was happening.
"Jimmy." She said, as if testing the name out and I was brought from my thoughts. "Well, I'm Whatsername." she said, Whatsername, weird, if you said it slow enough it sounded like Whats-Her-Name, maybe that was the point, I wasn't really concentrating enough to figure it out. "Yeah, I know, it's supposed to be Whats-Her-Name, nobody knows my name, I left it behind, even I've forgotten." She's like a girl version of me and I liked it.
Then she was gone, walking past me and out of sight, out of reach, at least I knew her name, unlikely that it would help, but at least I knew her name. I continued walking, feeling as if I had achieved something and it made me happier, all though I was still in a low state of mind. She's an Extraordinary Girl... I thought but continued walking, picturing her face as I went, not to mention other parts of her body I might've been looking at. She was perfect in every way. I know you probably read a lot about how this guy likes this girl, and they go out? It wasn't like that, it was different, and it was wild and unexpected. Just like my death, the death of St Jimmy, just how I was going to become Jesus all over again. I'll let you read about my life and I'll let you cry and laugh and be confused - because if you've got this far, then you might as well read on. I hope you enjoy my life, as much as I did.
