Binky....???, chapter 1
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"So when are you coming back Billie mate?" Mike asked over the phone.
"Well, I dunno. I don't feel ready yet." Billie Joe had been taking some time out from Green Day after all the stress. Mike and Tré had been worried about him, he'd just had an assault accussation. According to Greg Jenkins, Billie had repeatedly beaten him round the head with a car bumper! Billie had known Greg since primary school and they despised each other. Greg had once locked Billie in a maths cupboard for 18 hours when they were 12! So now Billie was down in the dumps and really depressed.
"Look Billie, Mike and I, we're really concerned about you. Adrienne says you haven't left the house for three weeks. The band is falling apart, we need the old Billie back."
"There's so much pressure all the time, I cant take it. I wish everyone would just piss off and leave me alone." With that, Billie hung up.
***
"Adie, have you seen my BMW? Look what some little punk has done to it!"
"Yeah, I saw. I didn't want to tell you cos I knew it would stress you out even more."
"I'll give you one guess as to who did it. I'm telling you, Greg will be getting a real beating if he carries on."
During the night sometime, Greg Jenkins had graffitied Billie's car with paint. There were obscenities all over his expensive, beautiful BMW.
***
The next morning Billie woke up to see his house had been broken into.
"I can't believe this!" He exclaimed. "Right, that's it now, I've had enough."
Billie stormed out of the house, into his newly painted car and drove off in search of Greg. Eventually, he found Greg. It was obvious where he would be, he was the local alcoholic. Billie walked into`The Union` with a feirceness in his eyes.
"Greg Jenkins?" He asked the man at the bar.
"Toilet," Was the reply.
Billie bashed the toilet door open to see the very man he'd been looking for sat on the floor, asleep. Billie jumped on the most painful place he could think of on Greg as hard as he could and yelled, "Oi, Greg, Fuckhead! Get up!" Greg's eyes opened as he scriemed in pain. As soon as he saw Billie in front of him, he shut up even though he was still in so much pain. That was when he first had the thought that maybe he'd gone too far with all the trouble he'd caused. Billie could be very violent when he wanted and right now, Greg was convinced he wanted to be.
"Billie Joe Armstong! Well hello. How have you been?" Greg could feel his voice shaking.
"What the fuck...? Are you mentally retarded or just a complete dick. You know what, I think you're both. What on earth are you playing at. I haven't done shit to you and yet you graffiti my car, break into my house and accuse me of assault!"
"Okay, okay just get off my nuts yeah?" Billie took his foor away and waited for Greg to explain.
"Look Billie, I never wanted to do this but it was you that started it really. Don't bother denying it, I know what you did and I just thought i'd get you back, that's all." Billie was completely dumbfounded.
"What are you talking about?" Asked Billie.
"Billie, I know you stole Binky so don't lie about it."
Billie suddenly clicked. Binky was Greg's toy rabbit. He'd had it since he was a boy and loved the thing. But why would Billie want it?
"I didn't take your stupid toy Greg. Why would I want it, it's just a toy, man."
"Binky is not just a toy! So if you don't have him, who does?"
"You expect me to know that? I don't even give a shit." Billie walked out at this point. Greg followed him out of the pub and into the street.
"I need Binky Billie. Give him to me."
"What does it take for you to understand that I don't have it!"
"Binky...? Oh my god, Binky!" Greg lunged onto the road and picked up a muddy, ripped rag.
"There, I told you. Can I get on with my life now? Thanks a lot twat."
A month later the song `fuck off and die` was released!
"Well, I dunno. I don't feel ready yet." Billie Joe had been taking some time out from Green Day after all the stress. Mike and Tré had been worried about him, he'd just had an assault accussation. According to Greg Jenkins, Billie had repeatedly beaten him round the head with a car bumper! Billie had known Greg since primary school and they despised each other. Greg had once locked Billie in a maths cupboard for 18 hours when they were 12! So now Billie was down in the dumps and really depressed.
"Look Billie, Mike and I, we're really concerned about you. Adrienne says you haven't left the house for three weeks. The band is falling apart, we need the old Billie back."
"There's so much pressure all the time, I cant take it. I wish everyone would just piss off and leave me alone." With that, Billie hung up.
***
"Adie, have you seen my BMW? Look what some little punk has done to it!"
"Yeah, I saw. I didn't want to tell you cos I knew it would stress you out even more."
"I'll give you one guess as to who did it. I'm telling you, Greg will be getting a real beating if he carries on."
During the night sometime, Greg Jenkins had graffitied Billie's car with paint. There were obscenities all over his expensive, beautiful BMW.
***
The next morning Billie woke up to see his house had been broken into.
"I can't believe this!" He exclaimed. "Right, that's it now, I've had enough."
Billie stormed out of the house, into his newly painted car and drove off in search of Greg. Eventually, he found Greg. It was obvious where he would be, he was the local alcoholic. Billie walked into`The Union` with a feirceness in his eyes.
"Greg Jenkins?" He asked the man at the bar.
"Toilet," Was the reply.
Billie bashed the toilet door open to see the very man he'd been looking for sat on the floor, asleep. Billie jumped on the most painful place he could think of on Greg as hard as he could and yelled, "Oi, Greg, Fuckhead! Get up!" Greg's eyes opened as he scriemed in pain. As soon as he saw Billie in front of him, he shut up even though he was still in so much pain. That was when he first had the thought that maybe he'd gone too far with all the trouble he'd caused. Billie could be very violent when he wanted and right now, Greg was convinced he wanted to be.
"Billie Joe Armstong! Well hello. How have you been?" Greg could feel his voice shaking.
"What the fuck...? Are you mentally retarded or just a complete dick. You know what, I think you're both. What on earth are you playing at. I haven't done shit to you and yet you graffiti my car, break into my house and accuse me of assault!"
"Okay, okay just get off my nuts yeah?" Billie took his foor away and waited for Greg to explain.
"Look Billie, I never wanted to do this but it was you that started it really. Don't bother denying it, I know what you did and I just thought i'd get you back, that's all." Billie was completely dumbfounded.
"What are you talking about?" Asked Billie.
"Billie, I know you stole Binky so don't lie about it."
Billie suddenly clicked. Binky was Greg's toy rabbit. He'd had it since he was a boy and loved the thing. But why would Billie want it?
"I didn't take your stupid toy Greg. Why would I want it, it's just a toy, man."
"Binky is not just a toy! So if you don't have him, who does?"
"You expect me to know that? I don't even give a shit." Billie walked out at this point. Greg followed him out of the pub and into the street.
"I need Binky Billie. Give him to me."
"What does it take for you to understand that I don't have it!"
"Binky...? Oh my god, Binky!" Greg lunged onto the road and picked up a muddy, ripped rag.
"There, I told you. Can I get on with my life now? Thanks a lot twat."
A month later the song `fuck off and die` was released!
