"JAKOB!!! Happy birthday lil bro" I smiled my brother Joey is the only guy that makes me feel genuine happiness, "thanks bro" I say with a huge smile on my face something you don't see everyday. The two of us talked for a bit and had a couple beers then he brought it up... "Hey man remember that demo your band recorded?" He asked rhetorically "yeah" I answered anyways wondering why he was bringing it up "well I showed it to my buddy and he showed it to the owner of jacks and he said you guys can play at the battle of the band Wendsday" he said excitedly "FOR REAL BRO!!" I practically yell standing up I hear Gigi yell "shut up!" from the other room "yeah bro for real" Joey says while standing up.. "Let's go to jacks and celebrate now" i say.
*2 hours 5shots 6beers 4 Percocet's later*
"..... L-L-Listen jaakkeyy boy yah need tah clean up yo act bro" Joey slurs out stumbling back towards our booth "yu knuw wha else yoouu need?" He slurs as he practically falls into the booth "Joey shutup you are sooo drunk righ now" I say half in a daze everything was so bright an shiny right now "a gurlfrieennd" he finishes "no I dun, I gott chopp an dats enough" I respond "listen bro I know after juliet..." I don't let him finish "shut your fucking mouth joe" I say giving him a death glare "I'm sorry" he says I can tell he really is but I don't care "I'm leaving call Gigi to get you, you're way to drunk to walk" I say while putting on my jacket " bye" he responds looking hurt.
"Whatever" I think as I walk towards the door...
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Terrible Truth
Teen FictionJakob is a punk who has gone down the wrong path on life and now is homeless and has to grind through life with his dog Chop hoping one day to get outta his own personal hell
