ss_boston
Ah yes, so mother thought it would be good for me to apply something to my life. Try something new instead of just bumming around. Twenty-one years old and i still didn't have a straight job. Well, I did have one for awhile working some day care center but I quit the damn place. They just wanted me to sit around all day watching some stupid buggers running around bitchin' and moaning. Wasn't gonna put up with that sort of thing now was I. Besides they told me I needed to work harder and not just stand around smoking fags all day. Didn't like that attitude much so told them to piss off and walked off. As soon as mother found out I was jobless again she started to get all worried. Now let me tell ya, I'm right bad down to the bone, but with mother I had a softer side. Only one who ever believe in me. Even when I told her I was moving across the Ocean to give the rock star life out in America a chance.
Yep, went and got my self a band like the Sex Pistols. We rocked up the local scene for a while but the stupid buggers said I cared too much 'bout other stuff, said I wasn't hard enough for them. I'll show them. So now here was mother always worrying 'bout me, it was time for me to do something to make her proud. So I tired out for this show. Of course I knew I would get in, not like they would find anyone else like me. I'll actually give this show the kind of spark it needs. Besides my bad boy image that the girls just love.
Well, headed out on the first plane from New York to Boston. Never been to this state before but have heard some nice things 'bout the East coast. As soon as I got off the plane there was a camera crew and limo waiting for me. Now this was the life might I say. This is how it will be everyday for me once I become a bloody rock star.
The limo drove me to the house and I stepped out eyeing the place down. "Nice digs" I said as I stepped forward. I walked up to the door and opened it up. I wasn't gonna be polite and knock or anything of that sort. If someone was already in here then they would just have to deal with me walking right in. Besides this was my house to now, so no one should give a damn.
This house was a bit huge for my liking. Never was one for splendor and beauty. I carried the few bags that I had packed though the house. I wasn't one who needed many accessories, just needed a few T-shirts and pair of jeans, my leather duster and a good pair of boots. Pretty simple guy I am.
I headed toward the bedrooms, figure I better pick out my place before some stupid sod gets the best rooms. I glanced in each room. Each was different, had a different style and theme to it but still a bit on the fancy side. Compared to my room in the loft I have. Not much of anything really besides a bed. Guess room number 6 will do. Nothing to much, not a lot of those fancy decorations like those other rooms had. This one was a bit simple, nice size bead read sheets. I fancied the color red right after the color black of course. Besides I could probably get away putting up some of my posters in this room.
I set my bags down and took note of the room. Most would start to unpack now, even if I did have much to unpack I wouldn't waste my bleeding time doing it. Life is short, why sit around plopping up all your treasures just for your own comfort. Soon it would be time to meet the other guests. Couldn't wait for that, wouldn't be surprised if their all comfortmist bastards. I have a feeling I won't get along to well with the rest of them, don't really get along too well with anyone besides my mates.
Yep, went and got my self a band like the Sex Pistols. We rocked up the local scene for a while but the stupid buggers said I cared too much 'bout other stuff, said I wasn't hard enough for them. I'll show them. So now here was mother always worrying 'bout me, it was time for me to do something to make her proud. So I tired out for this show. Of course I knew I would get in, not like they would find anyone else like me. I'll actually give this show the kind of spark it needs. Besides my bad boy image that the girls just love.
Well, headed out on the first plane from New York to Boston. Never been to this state before but have heard some nice things 'bout the East coast. As soon as I got off the plane there was a camera crew and limo waiting for me. Now this was the life might I say. This is how it will be everyday for me once I become a bloody rock star.
The limo drove me to the house and I stepped out eyeing the place down. "Nice digs" I said as I stepped forward. I walked up to the door and opened it up. I wasn't gonna be polite and knock or anything of that sort. If someone was already in here then they would just have to deal with me walking right in. Besides this was my house to now, so no one should give a damn.
This house was a bit huge for my liking. Never was one for splendor and beauty. I carried the few bags that I had packed though the house. I wasn't one who needed many accessories, just needed a few T-shirts and pair of jeans, my leather duster and a good pair of boots. Pretty simple guy I am.
I headed toward the bedrooms, figure I better pick out my place before some stupid sod gets the best rooms. I glanced in each room. Each was different, had a different style and theme to it but still a bit on the fancy side. Compared to my room in the loft I have. Not much of anything really besides a bed. Guess room number 6 will do. Nothing to much, not a lot of those fancy decorations like those other rooms had. This one was a bit simple, nice size bead read sheets. I fancied the color red right after the color black of course. Besides I could probably get away putting up some of my posters in this room.
I set my bags down and took note of the room. Most would start to unpack now, even if I did have much to unpack I wouldn't waste my bleeding time doing it. Life is short, why sit around plopping up all your treasures just for your own comfort. Soon it would be time to meet the other guests. Couldn't wait for that, wouldn't be surprised if their all comfortmist bastards. I have a feeling I won't get along to well with the rest of them, don't really get along too well with anyone besides my mates.