Thank you for coming along with me on this journey. It's been an emotional one for me, not because I can directly relate to the outcome in this book, but because what started off as a fan fiction about Green Day turned into so much more.
I can relate to Saint Jimmy so much, and the same with Billie Joe in this story. I know how it feels to watch out for your friends, and I know how it feels to be a part of a minority group. I know how it feels to be shoved around and talked about and spit on, and I know how it feels to fight back. My plea to myself and to all my readers is to learn from Jimmy, but to be stronger than Jimmy could be. We don't need anymore martyrs; Jimmy died, and we can be strong for him instead.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, be your friends' Jimmy. Protect them, talk to them, be there for them, and treat them like shit if they're being assholes. Make sure that they know that they are important, and make sure that they know that their creativity lives on through everything that happens, whatever shit you guys are put through.
You be your own Jimmy.
And if you need one, I will be your Jimmy. I will fight your battles, I will play your songs, I will kill just for you to stay alive.
We are the kids of war and peace, and the sons and daughters of rage and love.
And we will survive.
