stuff froom the Green Day "book" American Idiot...or at least the non-lyric stuff
FEB 24
DEAR ME,
TODAY I FORGOT TO SHOWER. (AGAIN). I’M GONNA MEET UP WITH THE USUAL SUSPECTS (AGAIN) FOR ANOTHER AFTERNOON OF SHIT-TALKING AND CIGARETTES AND BLAH-FUCKING-BLAH “BUY ME A BEER” SIR. MEET ME AT THE CENTER OF MY MISERABLE EXISTANCE, TURD BOY. AIN’T IT NEAT? GOD TOLD YOU TO SKIN ME ALIVE. OR WAS IT MY STEP DAD? I THINK HE FORGOT TO SHOWER TODAY ALSO. IS ANYONE NOTICING A PATTERN HERE? OH WELL. HE DOESN’T GET FUCKING LAID EITHER. SWEET JESUS. CAN’T A GUY GET A DAMN CIGARETTE AROUND HERE? NOTE TO SELF: GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF TURNTOWN!! LET’S START A WAR, SHALL WE... -J
TO THE CITY,
I HELP UP MY LOCAL CONVENIENT STORE TO GET A BUS TICKET. ACTUALLY, I STOLE THE MONEY FROM MOM’S DRESSED. (ACTUALLY SHE LENT ME THE CASH) FUCKING BITCH. GIVE ME THE SIDEWALK CITY SHADOWS. MY OWN PRIVATE WAR. RALLY THE TROOPS. THIS PLACE IS BIG ENOUGH FOR ALL THE FUCK-UPS AND THE UNDERBELLY. SHINE YOUR LIGHT ON THIS MOTHERFUCKER. I GOT PLANS, BABY. TELL THE BISHOP THERE’S A RESISTANCE OCCURING, YA BASTARD. EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKING BLACK AND WHITE. AND THE GOOD GUYS AINT WEARING RED, WHITE OR BLUE. HANG YOUR DARK CLOUD OVER YOUR DIRTY OLD TOWN, THE END OF THE WORLD IS OVER. THIS IS HELL AND IT’S TELEVISED. MY RIOT, MY LOVE, MY COUNTRY. THE DAWNING OF A NEW CITY, NEW FACES, NEW VOICES. MY VOICE…
MY CITY.
-J
IS LIFE IMITATING ME? OR IS THIS NOT WHAT I IMAGINED? I JERKED OFF INTO OBLIVION THIS EVENING. MY DREAM IS TURNING BLUE, BUT I THOUGHT GOOD GUYS DON’T WEAR BLUE? NO ONE SEEMS TO AGREE ON ANTHING THESE DAYS. THIS CITY. IT’S MISTING OVER THE SKYSCRAPERS. THE CEMENT FEELS SO DAMP. YET PRETTY ALL AT ONCE. IS RAGE IMITATING LIFE? I FEEL LIKE A CIVIL WAR. LIKE A KNIFE IN MY HEART. I GOT AN AX TO GRIND AND IT’S SPLITTING MY HEAD OPEN. NO FRIENDS. NO GIRLS. I NEED BOTH. I’M ON THE VERGE,
-J
DEAR MOM,
I SHOT DRUGS FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY (THANK YOU JIMMY) NOW WE’RE GETTIND SOMEWHERE (NOWHERE) WE DON’T NEED NO STINKING BADGES. WHAT? WHO SAID THAT? THIS IS GOOD. MY ASS TOOK A BEATING. I FORGOT TO TAKE A SHOWER (AGAIN) AHH. HOLY WATER. I AM THE DENIAL. BUT AT LEAST I GOT A FRIEND. MOM, YOU WERE RIGHT. I DID MAKE A FRIEND AT CAMP. REMEMBER WHEN DAD (BRAD) SAID I WOULD NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING? WELL, I ONE UP’D HIM, I AMOUNT TO NOTHING. I KNEW YOU’D BE PROUD. I GOT A PLACE TO STAY BY THE WAY. I’M ON THE COUCH TOUR FROM HELL. I STILL HAVE A FEW BUCKS LEFT SO I SHOULD BE FINE FOR A WHILE. SEND MY LOVE TO THE 7-11 AND YES, I AM SATAN. <3 - J
P.S. SEND MONEY
MY HEART IS LIKE A BOMB. WENT TO A SHOW (HOUSE) LAST NIGHT. (BAND SUCKED) BUT SHE’S GOT MY MOTHER’S EYES. BLUE LIKE MY DREAMS. GOOD GUYS DO WEAR BLACK. SHE CALLS ME JIMMY. IT’S BETTER THAN “WHAT’S HIS FACE”. COULD THIS BE LUST OR “THE DAWNING”. SHE THINKS I’M FULL OF SHIT. BUT SHE THINKS I’M CUTE. OR IS IT THE OPPOSITE? BUT WE DO AGREE ON ONE THING...GOOD GUYS DON’T WEAR RED, WHITE & BLUE. - J
DEAR DAD.
OR GOD, OR WHATEVER.
I STOLE SOME MONEY FROM “WHATSERNAME”. (ACTUALLY SHE LENT ME THE CASH). I GOT A BUS TICKET HOME. I’M
NOTHING JUST LIKE YOU.
TOO BAD YOU’LL NEVER READ THIS. I MET THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS. SHE’S DEAD NOW. TO ME ANYWAY. I’M COMING HOME IN VICTORY. ARMS OPEN WIDE, SITTING BY A GREYHOUND TOILET. JUSTICE WAS SERVED. THE END OF THE WORLD WAS HELL ALL ALONG. YOU WERE JUST TOO STUPID TO NOTICE. THAT’S WHY I LOVE YOU.
FIRST STOP, CONVENIENT STORE. I GOT LIES TO TELL. GLORY NEVER FELT SO GOOD. I’LL BUY MY OWN BEER, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. - J
P.S. TAKE A FUCKING SHOWER.
AND THAT WAS THAT.
OR SO IT SEEMED.
IS THIS THE END
OR THE BEGINNING?
ALL I KNOW IS,
SHE WAS RIGHT.
I AM AN IDIOT.
IT’S EVEN ON MY BIRTH CIRTIFICATE.
IN SO MANY WORDS.
THIS IS MY RAGE
THIS IS MY LOVE
THIS IS MY TOWN
THIS IS MY CITY
THIS IS MY LIFE