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Send Me Your Amnesty
Part Three: The In Between Years (Chapter 3)
March 2000 Dear Felicity,
Joey just had his 5th as well. Loves to bang on drums. Jakob will be two in the fall. Joey also got a brand new bike. I’ve been teaching him in between band practices. He loves riding his bike; he rides it while I walk the dog. Joey plays soccer and T-ball. He’s in Pre-K too and he’s not the hyper one, he’s the loud one. His teacher says he screams and yells and chases his friends at recess. He also talks loud in the class room. We’re trying to get him to use his inside voice at home, but sometimes that doesn’t work because he’s banging on the drums a lot. He got a little kid-sized set for his birthday. The neighbors just love it….
Jakob is growing up to be just like his brother. He’s walking and talking, more like screaming, just like Joey. Together we make a great band. I play guitar, Joey on drums, and Jakob lead screamer.
We’re just hanging at home. Band practice. Getting ready to go on the Vans Warped Tour in the summer. This time we’re bringing the kids. Adie and I are packing the whole toy chest and trikes and bikes and balls and it will be Camp Green Day backstage. It will be fun, I finally get to make my music and touring a family affair. I’m excited, I don’t want to be away from their childhood any longer. ~Billie Joe
November 2000 Dear Billie Joe,
You just keep going don’t you!? Does Green Day ever stop working? Geez, it’s all Karsh ever talks about—at least that’s what it seems like. I think his boyfriend gets tired of hearing about it, so he comes to me with all his Green Day news because he knows I listen to you guys once in a while. We hang out a lot. We’re really close and he is the closest thing Amnesty has to a father. He’s picked up the guitar because of you and he has learned to play a lot of your songs. Ever since he saw you back in ’97, he’s been dying to see you again. And that dream came true a few months ago when he told me he went to see you on September 30. I like your music too. I listen to every album when it comes out all the way through at least once, but never around Amnesty. I would like to say, “Warning” has probably got to be my favorite album so far. I can’t pick a favorite song—they are all so good. ~Felicity
January 2001 Dear Billie Joe,
Amnesty just recently spent the day with a friend and her friend’s father.
She comes home and says to me, “Momma, Michaela’s daddy asked me what my mommy and daddy do for a job…”
And I said, “What did you tell Mr. James?”
She said, “My mommy works at Harrison High School.”
Then she told me what Michaela said, “What does your daddy do?”
Amnesty said to her, “I don’t have a daddy.” And then Amnesty told it me it got really quiet for a little bit.
Amnesty then asks me, “Mommy, where’s Daddy?”
I told her as simply as I could have put it. “Daddy is far away. I divorced him a long time ago.”
She accepted my answer or she gave up trying to get something out of me because she ran away to the TV.
I’m sorry, I panicked. I’m kind of scared if she asks again. I don’t want to tell her that he’s never coming back, because you will—eventually…in 11 years. What should I tell her if she asks again? ~Felicity
Joey just had his 5th as well. Loves to bang on drums. Jakob will be two in the fall. Joey also got a brand new bike. I’ve been teaching him in between band practices. He loves riding his bike; he rides it while I walk the dog. Joey plays soccer and T-ball. He’s in Pre-K too and he’s not the hyper one, he’s the loud one. His teacher says he screams and yells and chases his friends at recess. He also talks loud in the class room. We’re trying to get him to use his inside voice at home, but sometimes that doesn’t work because he’s banging on the drums a lot. He got a little kid-sized set for his birthday. The neighbors just love it….
Jakob is growing up to be just like his brother. He’s walking and talking, more like screaming, just like Joey. Together we make a great band. I play guitar, Joey on drums, and Jakob lead screamer.
We’re just hanging at home. Band practice. Getting ready to go on the Vans Warped Tour in the summer. This time we’re bringing the kids. Adie and I are packing the whole toy chest and trikes and bikes and balls and it will be Camp Green Day backstage. It will be fun, I finally get to make my music and touring a family affair. I’m excited, I don’t want to be away from their childhood any longer. ~Billie Joe
November 2000 Dear Billie Joe,
You just keep going don’t you!? Does Green Day ever stop working? Geez, it’s all Karsh ever talks about—at least that’s what it seems like. I think his boyfriend gets tired of hearing about it, so he comes to me with all his Green Day news because he knows I listen to you guys once in a while. We hang out a lot. We’re really close and he is the closest thing Amnesty has to a father. He’s picked up the guitar because of you and he has learned to play a lot of your songs. Ever since he saw you back in ’97, he’s been dying to see you again. And that dream came true a few months ago when he told me he went to see you on September 30. I like your music too. I listen to every album when it comes out all the way through at least once, but never around Amnesty. I would like to say, “Warning” has probably got to be my favorite album so far. I can’t pick a favorite song—they are all so good. ~Felicity
January 2001 Dear Billie Joe,
Amnesty just recently spent the day with a friend and her friend’s father.
She comes home and says to me, “Momma, Michaela’s daddy asked me what my mommy and daddy do for a job…”
And I said, “What did you tell Mr. James?”
She said, “My mommy works at Harrison High School.”
Then she told me what Michaela said, “What does your daddy do?”
Amnesty said to her, “I don’t have a daddy.” And then Amnesty told it me it got really quiet for a little bit.
Amnesty then asks me, “Mommy, where’s Daddy?”
I told her as simply as I could have put it. “Daddy is far away. I divorced him a long time ago.”
She accepted my answer or she gave up trying to get something out of me because she ran away to the TV.
I’m sorry, I panicked. I’m kind of scared if she asks again. I don’t want to tell her that he’s never coming back, because you will—eventually…in 11 years. What should I tell her if she asks again? ~Felicity