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Billie hated the new road that was opened up about three months ago. Already five disappearances and two deaths were found in the area. Fog cascaded along the road and it didn't help that there wasn't a lighting post in plain sight, but Billie had no choice but to drive over the road to go to his home. Billie slowly drove on said road, attempting to look through the fog enveloped around his car. Billie Joe blinked, when he opened his eyes, a woman stood infront of his car. "Holy..." Billie didn't finish the sentence, he swerved around the girl and drove into a bush. Billie pressed the breaks and placed his car in "park." He hurried out

Back stage with Green Day. “You got the stuff?” Tré asked a man in a black trench coat. “Yer, I got your stuff.” The man produced a small transparent bag of white powder. “It’s pure” he added handing it over. “gooood” a crazy glint appeared in his eye as he handed money to the mysterious man. No sooner had the man disappeared, Mike appeared behind Tré. “What’s that?” Mike snapped. Tré spun around, hiding the baggie behind him. “nothing.” He said. “What’s behind your back? we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Said Mike. “I

Doughnuts and Rooftops Mike sat in his room of the place him and his band mates shared. He flicked lazily through a magazine. Suddenly there was a loud thumping sound coming from above. “Billie! Billie Joe! BILLIY!” he shouted “Yes, what?” Billie stormed into the room with song-writing notebook and pen in hand. “Where’s Tré?” Mike asked, placing down his copy of Kerrang. “How should I know? It’s your turn to watch him.” “No it isn’t, it’s your turn” They exchanged looks and the thumping sound from above returned. Without any exchange of words they both dashed ou

8:02 A.M. Billie Joe sighed as he slumped down onto the couch provided in the mostly vacant room. Rubbing a hand across his face, he cursed deeply at whoever signed them to have an interview this fuckin' early in the morning! "It's too... fuckin' early man," A familiar voice that sounded sleep-deprived sounded out. Billie smiled as Tré almost collapsed next to him on the couch. The drummer pulled his feet back so his shoes created a loud scraping noise and curled them up onto the couch. Instantly the drummer's head was in the singer's lap, and Billie laughed an almost coarse laugh as Tré mumbled again, "Too fuckin' early..." Smi