This is the tale of my life., chapter 1
Hi, my name is... Well it doesn't really matter I guess. But for the record, call me Dirnt.
I'm 34, I've got bright blue eyes, around five foot eleven, and thin. People say I'm a goth, other people say I'm a punk, me? I say I'm both.
I got a good friend, his name is Billie Joe Armstrong, but again for the record, call him Billie or BJ. My other friend is called Tre' Cool. His real name is Frank Edwin Wright the third. I can see why he preffers to be called Tre' Cool. My name's Mike, Mike Dirnt.
Me, Billie and Tre play in a band, the band Green Day. But sometimes, I wish I could curl up and die. My life hasn't been that great for a while now. Billie has took me to see shrinks and god knows what else, normally, the session ends with me yelling bloody murder.
One day, if I can recall, I said something about my past that made my shrink jump out the window. Oh well, I thought. His loss. I hardly show up for the band practise anymore, Billie gets pissed with me at that. But he doesn't know what I saw.
No one does. And no one ever will.
I saw someone hang themselves, right infront of me, the sound of the rope snapping will never leave my brain.
I couldn't talk for three days, when Billie or Tre' went to go near me, I would scream and normally sit in the corner, wimpering. My girlfriend left me, and my ex-wife won't let me see Stella, which is causing me to be worse. I want, wait.. No, I fucking demand to see her!
Billie is yelling again about something, please just shut the fuck up! I think.
"Billie! Would you just shut the fuck up!" I yell with all my god given strength, which isn't a lot at the precise moment. He looks at me, the anger burning in his green eyes dies away for a second he looks at me shaking on the floor.
"Geez, I'm sorry Mike, I... I didn't mean to shout like that," he said quietly, I felt the panic in my chest go down to its normal hiding place. I nodded a apology to him, he smiled a bit and got out two pills.
I sighed. Man, I hate taking those things. Billie handed me the pills.
I take them with a gulp. Urgh! I think, I hate those! Nightime soon comes. I'm staying with Billie at the minute. I'm laying in the bed by him. God! Can't I do anything by myself?! I sigh again. I do that a lot lately.
Billie gets up and walks out leaving the door open a bit, a wimper escapes my dried out throat. I hate nightimes, I close my eyes and try to wish the light from the sun to hurry up. I wake up soon. Ahh, daylight, finally!
As I walk down stairs, I see Tre' is out and about somewhere, most likely down at McDonalds or somwhere close to that. Billie, by the looks of it, is still in bed.
I sit down on the couch and just stare at the floor for about, fifteen minutes, I do that most mornings. I ring Anna's number, its still early but she'll be up.
I ring the number and a voice, a answer machine comes on. "Hey, if you want to try and contact me don't bother because I've moved to Texas," My heart stopped, Anna is gone.
And she's taken my little girl with her.
I'm 34, I've got bright blue eyes, around five foot eleven, and thin. People say I'm a goth, other people say I'm a punk, me? I say I'm both.
I got a good friend, his name is Billie Joe Armstrong, but again for the record, call him Billie or BJ. My other friend is called Tre' Cool. His real name is Frank Edwin Wright the third. I can see why he preffers to be called Tre' Cool. My name's Mike, Mike Dirnt.
Me, Billie and Tre play in a band, the band Green Day. But sometimes, I wish I could curl up and die. My life hasn't been that great for a while now. Billie has took me to see shrinks and god knows what else, normally, the session ends with me yelling bloody murder.
One day, if I can recall, I said something about my past that made my shrink jump out the window. Oh well, I thought. His loss. I hardly show up for the band practise anymore, Billie gets pissed with me at that. But he doesn't know what I saw.
No one does. And no one ever will.
I saw someone hang themselves, right infront of me, the sound of the rope snapping will never leave my brain.
I couldn't talk for three days, when Billie or Tre' went to go near me, I would scream and normally sit in the corner, wimpering. My girlfriend left me, and my ex-wife won't let me see Stella, which is causing me to be worse. I want, wait.. No, I fucking demand to see her!
Billie is yelling again about something, please just shut the fuck up! I think.
"Billie! Would you just shut the fuck up!" I yell with all my god given strength, which isn't a lot at the precise moment. He looks at me, the anger burning in his green eyes dies away for a second he looks at me shaking on the floor.
"Geez, I'm sorry Mike, I... I didn't mean to shout like that," he said quietly, I felt the panic in my chest go down to its normal hiding place. I nodded a apology to him, he smiled a bit and got out two pills.
I sighed. Man, I hate taking those things. Billie handed me the pills.
I take them with a gulp. Urgh! I think, I hate those! Nightime soon comes. I'm staying with Billie at the minute. I'm laying in the bed by him. God! Can't I do anything by myself?! I sigh again. I do that a lot lately.
Billie gets up and walks out leaving the door open a bit, a wimper escapes my dried out throat. I hate nightimes, I close my eyes and try to wish the light from the sun to hurry up. I wake up soon. Ahh, daylight, finally!
As I walk down stairs, I see Tre' is out and about somewhere, most likely down at McDonalds or somwhere close to that. Billie, by the looks of it, is still in bed.
I sit down on the couch and just stare at the floor for about, fifteen minutes, I do that most mornings. I ring Anna's number, its still early but she'll be up.
I ring the number and a voice, a answer machine comes on. "Hey, if you want to try and contact me don't bother because I've moved to Texas," My heart stopped, Anna is gone.
And she's taken my little girl with her.
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