A Rock Opera.
Severe Boredom
Get my television fix...
Sitting on my crucifix...
My living room or my private womb
While the moms and Brads are away...
I returned home just after lunchtime following my blissful outing with my friends. We'd managed to steal some stuff from the 7-11, burn some random stuff and just sit around fantasizing about escape, no matter how unlikely it was. Opening the front door and feeling an eerie presence as I walked in, I knew something was different. The house was oddly quiet - the living room was messy as always, as was the kitchen.
I saw a note pinned to the fridge. I recognised my mum's messy handwriting.
Ryan -
Went out to do the shopping with Brad. Back soon.
I scrunched up the note and threw it in the bin. This note translated to 'gone out to the pub to find your drunk stepfather and take him to the hospital to treat his severe alcoholic state.' Making my way to my room, I sat down on my bed, staring at my tiny TV stationed on a little dresser. Deciding I didn't feel like watching TV, I turned on my battered, sticker-covered CD player and put on The Ramones. What I would do without music, I had no idea.
Feeling slightly bored and content, I felt like entering another realm. Maybe I would try some alcohol...yeah, why not. Hadn't drank much lately. Guess it was time to start up my old habits.
I returned from the kitchen with a half empty bottle of tequila. Turning up my music louder, I drank and drank in ectsasy, feeling an increasing state of carelessness.
To fall in love and fall in debt...
To alcohol and cigarettes, and Mary Jane,
to keep me insane doing someone else's cocaine...
I was so god damn bored!
Maybe I'd have a smoke as well. I headed out into the kitchen, rumaging through the cupboards trying to find some cigarettes.
Damn! No cigarettes.
I went back into my room, continued drinking and feeling increasingly happy and relaxed. I lay down on my bed, feeling my eyes slowly close as I drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Sitting on my crucifix...
My living room or my private womb
While the moms and Brads are away...
I returned home just after lunchtime following my blissful outing with my friends. We'd managed to steal some stuff from the 7-11, burn some random stuff and just sit around fantasizing about escape, no matter how unlikely it was. Opening the front door and feeling an eerie presence as I walked in, I knew something was different. The house was oddly quiet - the living room was messy as always, as was the kitchen.
I saw a note pinned to the fridge. I recognised my mum's messy handwriting.
Ryan -
Went out to do the shopping with Brad. Back soon.
I scrunched up the note and threw it in the bin. This note translated to 'gone out to the pub to find your drunk stepfather and take him to the hospital to treat his severe alcoholic state.' Making my way to my room, I sat down on my bed, staring at my tiny TV stationed on a little dresser. Deciding I didn't feel like watching TV, I turned on my battered, sticker-covered CD player and put on The Ramones. What I would do without music, I had no idea.
Feeling slightly bored and content, I felt like entering another realm. Maybe I would try some alcohol...yeah, why not. Hadn't drank much lately. Guess it was time to start up my old habits.
I returned from the kitchen with a half empty bottle of tequila. Turning up my music louder, I drank and drank in ectsasy, feeling an increasing state of carelessness.
To fall in love and fall in debt...
To alcohol and cigarettes, and Mary Jane,
to keep me insane doing someone else's cocaine...
I was so god damn bored!
Maybe I'd have a smoke as well. I headed out into the kitchen, rumaging through the cupboards trying to find some cigarettes.
Damn! No cigarettes.
I went back into my room, continued drinking and feeling increasingly happy and relaxed. I lay down on my bed, feeling my eyes slowly close as I drifted into a peaceful sleep.