Mindless Self Indulgence (Fuck Off)

Sparks

We leave the TV on all night waiting for breaking news. We even sleep in shifts so we don't miss anything.

Nothing happens.

"Maybe they got away?" Kitty says.

"I don't think so," Lyn-Z says.

It's eight in the morning. And still nothing.

We wait one more hour and that's when it comes up.

'BREAKING NEWS!' the TV flashes disrupting its daily programming.

"Two teenagers were found coming back from the ruins yesterday," a reporter says outside of the prison, "they were sent here last night after showing a radical change in behavior. Both Brody and Sam Utero are being kept under lock and key."

The screen goes to mug shots of Brody and Sam. Brody has her middle finger held up. Then it goes to a video of Sam yelling obscenities at the camera. He's being held back by two police men.

"You have no right to put me here!" he yells, "I did nothing!"

'If your child starts showing violent and mindless behavior please contact the police department immediately,' the screen reads.

They go back to the reporter. "This has been linked back to the gang Mindless Self Indulgence. If you see them please report to the police department."

Kitty turns off the TV. "What are we going to do? We put them into this mess."

"There's nothing we can do," Steve says.

"Somebody has to see that this isn't right. Maybe they'll protest," Lyn-Z tells us.

"Maybe."

***

I wait until the sun goes back down.

"Lyn-Z," I shake her awake, "keep the news on and come spring me out."

She mumbles something and turns over. I write her a note and turn the TV on. I leave everything I have here and then I make my way towards the fence.

There's police sirens wailing in the distance. I run faster.

The streets are empty. The sirens are a few miles away. I walk so I don't get any attention.

There're a lot of people in front of the prison. And there are police yelling into microphones. Their voice going on the speakers.

"What's going on?" I ask one of the people in the crowd.

"It's not fair what they're doing," he says, "we're protesting against it."

"You are?"

"Don't you watch the news?" He asks.

"Bitch, I am the news," I snap at him.

"No, you're not-," he stops to stare at me, "holy shit! You're Jimmy Urine!"

"What about it?" I ask curiously.

"You're the front man of MSI. You've done what I never had the guts to do. You guys are my heroes!"

"Enough fangirling," I tell him.

"Guys! It's Jimmy Urine!" the guy waves everyone over.

Everyone turns simultaneously. Everyone starts mumbling.

The guy starts pounding his fist into the air and chanting, "MSI! MSI!" Until everyone else starts doing it.

"You don't have a band but go talk to them," he tells me.

I run through the crowd, they leave me a way through. I walk up to the police holding the mic.

"Give me that thing," I tell him snatching it away. He's too slow and doesn't react. He orders someone to grab me.

I jump out of the way. The crowd realizes what's happening and they grab at the police.

"I don't have my band with me right now," I tell the mic, "but I have Jimmy!"

The crowd cheers.

"So what we're going to do is make these stupid motherfuckers give us back Brody and Sam."

The crowd yells again but there's a question along with it. "What's going to happen to us?"

"I'm going to get the rest of the band," I tell them, "and we're going to come back and we'll give you a show!"

I walk over to the people holding the police. "Bring him over."

We walk into the prison.

"Where are they?" I ask the police. I look at his name tag. It says Robert.

"Why should I tell you?" he says defensively.

"Because, my bladder's full and your face looks like a shit hole," I tell him menacingly.

"They're over there," he points at the end of the hallway.

We walk over. Sure enough, there're Brody and Sam in the same cell.

"Jimmy!" Brody says.

"Give me your keys Robert," I demand.

He says no. I start unzipping my pants.

"Okay, jeez, fine. You're crazy," he hands them over.

Who even needs a gun to threaten people with?

"Hey, I'm fucking magic," I unlock the door.

They both come out. "What about everybody else?" Sam asks.

"Yeah sure," I walk over to the next cell, "what are you in here for?" I ask the people in it.

"I was out after curfew," one of them says.

"Something stupid," another one tells me.

"I'm just gay," someone says.

"I was supporting MSI," the last one tells me.

"Alright!" I unlock the door.

These people are in here for nothing. It used to be that you got in jail for stealing stuff or murder or something.

I unlock every cell I can find.

"Let's put Robert in one of these," I tell the people who had followed me in.

We shove him in one of the cells and lock it.

"You can't put me in here!" He yells.

"You put them here," I tell him.

"Don't lose these," I hand the keys to Sam, "I'll be back in a bit."

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"I've gotta get my band!" I tell him running out the door.

I'll give us an hour. That's enough time to brew coffee and pack.

"WAKE UP!" I shout when I get back.

Lyn-Z's already awake. "You're alright," she says.

"I'm great!" I tell her, "I jailed a cop and there are so many people and I got Brody and Sam out and everyone's waiting for us and we got a gig and I'm fucking famous and I sassed a cop. Holy fucking shit this escalated quickly!"

"What?" she asks confusedly.

I explain to her everything that had just happened. "That's why you have to pack your most prized possessions. We're living in police headquarters now."

"Oh," she says.