And I So Hate Secrets, chapter 3
I woke up the next day gloomy, dull, gray, musty, and that is what it looked like outdoors. Inside of myself I felt horrible, stepped on, hurt, or just for a lack of better words like shit. I just laid in bed staring at the red digital clock change from number to numbers as everyone else's life went on I just stayed in bed thinking back to when days were easier to get through, like in high school when the hardest thing was hoping my hair looked ok and the guy that I liked sat close to me in class. What a simpler life when I look back at it now. My thoughts were interrupted by my damn cell phone buzzing. I slowly rolled over to my other table and lazily answered my phone.
"THOSE ARE THE MOST STUBBORN ASSED GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKERS I HAVE EVER MET! THEY THINK THEY ARE ALL HOT SHOTS AND ARE GOOD WHEN THE TRUTH IS THEY SUCK! I HATE THE LEAD SINGER THE MOST AND HIS GOD DAMN ASSHOLE WHINNY VOICE!" I held the phone away from my ear as the person bitched to me this is not what I need this early in the afternoon. While I held the phone away I finally looked to see who it was.
"Jason. Calm down breath." I hear him sigh on the other end as he cursed under his breath.
"Ok, I'm fine." I laid back in bed as I heard him relax little more.
"So explain to me why your screaming at me. I thought your on tour?"
"I sorry. I was on tour." I closed my eyes and let inward sigh.
"So why did this band piss you off now."
"There egos are bigger than the sun. This new CD really went to there heads. I know tons of secrets that could get them into tons of trouble. They are way to whinny and stubborn."
"That's why you quit?"
"No they came after me and started to insult me and my family and friends. Then I slugged the lead singer in the side of his face right in his eye, which now is black. Then the tour manager came out and started yelling at me and he threatened to fire me but I quit before he had the chance."
"Wow what a bunch of assholes."
"Yeah speaking of assholes I saw you yesterday interviewing the pussies." I just laughed at that.
"Yeah Seb gave me his number and where they are staying for the week. He wants me to come and talk with them."
"Are you going to?"
"I have no idea. So what are you doing now?"
"I'm home plotting my revenge."
"Jason." I said in a warning tone.
"What? This is the third and last time Green Day fucks with Jason Young." Then all I heard was the disconnected tone on the other end. Great now I have to fly to California to save Green Day from my dumbass over the edge best friend what fun that will be.
"THOSE ARE THE MOST STUBBORN ASSED GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKERS I HAVE EVER MET! THEY THINK THEY ARE ALL HOT SHOTS AND ARE GOOD WHEN THE TRUTH IS THEY SUCK! I HATE THE LEAD SINGER THE MOST AND HIS GOD DAMN ASSHOLE WHINNY VOICE!" I held the phone away from my ear as the person bitched to me this is not what I need this early in the afternoon. While I held the phone away I finally looked to see who it was.
"Jason. Calm down breath." I hear him sigh on the other end as he cursed under his breath.
"Ok, I'm fine." I laid back in bed as I heard him relax little more.
"So explain to me why your screaming at me. I thought your on tour?"
"I sorry. I was on tour." I closed my eyes and let inward sigh.
"So why did this band piss you off now."
"There egos are bigger than the sun. This new CD really went to there heads. I know tons of secrets that could get them into tons of trouble. They are way to whinny and stubborn."
"That's why you quit?"
"No they came after me and started to insult me and my family and friends. Then I slugged the lead singer in the side of his face right in his eye, which now is black. Then the tour manager came out and started yelling at me and he threatened to fire me but I quit before he had the chance."
"Wow what a bunch of assholes."
"Yeah speaking of assholes I saw you yesterday interviewing the pussies." I just laughed at that.
"Yeah Seb gave me his number and where they are staying for the week. He wants me to come and talk with them."
"Are you going to?"
"I have no idea. So what are you doing now?"
"I'm home plotting my revenge."
"Jason." I said in a warning tone.
"What? This is the third and last time Green Day fucks with Jason Young." Then all I heard was the disconnected tone on the other end. Great now I have to fly to California to save Green Day from my dumbass over the edge best friend what fun that will be.
