(From a 16 yr old's point of view)
So here's the story...
My mate Jonny won tickets for this bodacious gig at Knebworth this weekend. Trobs is I don't have any money to go ~ it's so not my fault I can't get a job at 16 and accidently spent my £50 pocket money + the £100 I weasled out of Mom, cos she's a soft touch but the blow was cool man.
So Mum doesn't particularly like Jonny 'cos we had this suicide pact last year at school. I mean it was just jumping in front of a train and we both said we'd totally do it. Then there were the things I found in the Chem lab and wondered exactly how lethal they were.
Anyway Mum and school got a bit upset about the suicide notes that I wrote to everyone and I was sent home. No-one said much, but I got my own counsellor and had to go to some 'mental health thing' every month. Then everyone flew off the roof because I admitted to smoking a joint or two. Oh, for fucks sake, what's everyone's problem
So then I stayed friends with Jonny and even snuck him into our house and called him Jack ~ but Mum sussed me out, called me out and threw us out first thing in the morning - BITCH.
So... I really want to go to this gig, but I told Mum it was another friend ~ Lulu, that had the tickets and she was like 'I want her mum's number to check on arrangements'...
So I've taken my school bank account card from my mum's purse and if she doesn't let me go I'm just gonna.
Yeah ~ I mean what's my Mum gonna do?
Yeah, really, what the fuck am I going to do? [K'eh]
WHAT?!?
You are like my buddy on Xbox Live who's from Carwley.. I never have a clue what he's talking about..
