Dear dad, or God, or whatever
I sold my guitar to get a bus ticket home
Met the girl of my dreams, but I’m dead to her now
So, I’m coming home in victory
Arms open wide, sitting by a Greyhound toilet
First stop: convenience store
I’ve got lies to tell
Glory never felt so good
Justice was served, you were just too stupid to notice
That’s why I love you
P.S. Take a fucking shower!
Johnny: September 10th. Dear mom, do you remember when dad — Brad — said that I would never amount to anything? Well, I one upped him. I amount to nothing. I knew you’d be proud.
Johnny: July 21st. Life before the lobotomy. Johnny sang the eulogy. It burned your dreams into the ground. Johnny’s lesson is what he’s been sold. Remember to learn to forget. I’m not stoned, I’m just fucked up. I’m not cursed, ‘cause I’ve been blessed. I’m not in love, ‘cause I’m a mess. I never liked you anyway. St. Jimmy rules! P.S. Don’t wait up!
Johnny: May 5th. My heart is like a bomb. She knows I’m full of shit, but she thinks I’m cute.
Will: Or is it the opposite?
Johnny: She’s taking me to a show tonight. Band’ll probably suck, but I’ll be with her. Is this just be lust, or could it be the dawning?
Johnny: April 1st. Dear Mom, I shot drugs for the first time today. Thank you, Jimmy. Oh, yeah. Now we’re getting somewhere. Nowhere.
St. Jimmy: We don’t need no stinkin’ badges!
Johnny: WHAT?! Who said that? Oh. This is good.
Will: Ah, holy water.
Johnny: Oh my god. I forgot to take a shower again. But at least I got a friend, mom, you were right. I did make a friend at camp.
Johnny: March 15th. What the fuck? Tunny’s dream turned red, white, and blue, but I thought that good guys don’t wear red, white, and blue. Nobody seems to agree on anything these days. This city is misting over the skyscrapers. The cement feels so damp yet pretty at once. Is life imitating me or is rage imitating life? I feel like a civil war, like a knife in the heart. I got an axe to grind and it’s splitting my head open. No friends, no girls. I need both.
Johnny: February 5th. To the city. I held up my local convenience store to get the bus tickets. Actually, I stole the money from my mom’s dresser. Actually, she lent me the cash. Fuckin’ bitch. Give me sidewalk city shadows!
Tunny: My own private war.
Johnny: Rally the troops.
Tunny: Tell the bishop there’s a resistance occurring, ya bastard.
Johnny: Everything is so fucking black and white.
Both: And the good guys ain’t wearing red, white, or blue.
Tudo depende do ponto de vista.