Letters from the Grave Stone

DO YOU KNOW YOUR ENEMY?

Frank P.O.V

School is less of a drag with Phil.

Yep. Better than Gin and Juice.

We Phil and Frank.

Welp anyways!

There's this cool band down my street, next to Phil's house.

And Gerard is the lead singer.

AMAZING SONGS.

I'm their biggest fan.

Buuut Phil doesn't like me hanginv with them.

Because Gerard is the lead singer.

And she thinks Gerard is a creep.

He is a creep.

But that's what makes him cool.

The practice in Gerard's garage every other day.

I watch.

Phil walks out of her house and over to the garage.

She tugs on my ear and drags me to her house.

"OW!"

"GERARD LIVES THERE, DUMMY!"

"Yea, so?"

Cue the slap.

Right on time, goodjob.

I frown and walk home.

I see Gerard at school the next day with eyeliner.

AWESOME!

"Hey dude."

"H -hi Gerard Way."

"Wanna join the band?"

"Sure!"

"But you're gonna have to stop hanging with Philippa Gaunt."

"Done!"

Aw shit.