In My Hour of Need

Chapter 2

After finishing our cups of cheap, shitty coffee, we went back to our apartment to get our stuff; we were going to Germany later that day. Junior went to his room to pack some clothes, while I tried finding our passages in all the notes on the kitchen desk. "Junior!?", I called. I could hear him answer with a "yeah" from the other room. "Have you seen our passages? I can't find them under all these fucking notes!" He dropped his bag back down on the floor and came out to help me look. "Well, where did you see them last?" That wasn't helpful at all, since if I knew that, I would have known where the hell they were at now. I just gave him an irritated look, and got a confused one back. He threw his hands up in the air. "Well, we have to find them!", he said, like it wasn't obvious, "And I sure as hell don't know where they are, you were the last one to have them". I looked over at the stupid jerk next to me, with the possibly worst death-glare I had ever used. "How dare you fucking blame me!?", I barked at him. All right, so I was maybe a little unstable after Cliff's death, but Junior should seriously try and do something about his attitude. He looked a little pale now, probably terrified, since I wasn't very predictable when I was mad. "Uh, I-" "Argh, whatever!", I interrupted, "I'll just find them myself". I went out of the apartment and down to the streets of L.A. I was going to Gar's place; I couldn't bare anymore Junior now before getting on the plane. Gar is our drummer, and he's really into getting high, so if I go over, I might get some.

After getting high at Gar's along with him and Chris, our second guitarist, I decided we should lift our asses from the couch and head to the airport. And go get Junior too, of course. "You two just leave and go to the airport", I demanded, "I'll get Junior, and we'll meet there, all right?" They agreed, but I guess that's only because if they didn't, I'd get mad and nobody would have any fun. Anyway, I walked back to our apartment, only to find a crying wreck on the floor. "Junior, what the fuck are you up to?", I asked, "We're going to the airport now, get up". He got up like I said, and wiped the tears away, pretending like nothing had happened and that I didn't see anything. I guess he lives a double life after all. And I just walked in on him while he lived it. That's the reason why we knock, with the exception of right now, since I didn't really expect him to do anything else than watching TV or something. Oh well. He picked up his bag and followed me out to the hallway. I locked the door to our apartment, and we headed to the airport. Nobody said anything while we were walking, and Junior just looked all weepy and depressed. I rolled my eyes, but asked anyway. "Are you all right?" He looked up at me, still pretending like nothing had happened. "Yeah", he nodded, and looked back down at the ground. I rolled my eyes once again, and gave him a bump on the shoulder. "Come on, stop the fucking act, you dick", I said, "What's up?" He just shook his head, so I gave up. He didn't even look at me. This was hopeless, but as long as he acted normal on stage tomorrow, it was fine. I didn't have to care then.