I couldn't believe what I heard... My girlfriend is completely crazy!
I need to talk to someone or I'll go crazy too!
I think I'll talk to the wisest person I know: Rotten.
Johnny Rotten is the lead singer of the great band "Sex Pistols". The band no longer exists, however, Rotten and I are still in touch.
After Sid have quit the band, things were never the same. The bounds fell apart and the members decided to move on with their life. The band wasn't too recognized but it was a pity they didn't try to get back together.
I call him to see if he is home. No answer. In this case I think I'll just go home and take a deep shower. Maybe the night will get me peace of mind. Nights of sleep usually work.
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I think I am dreaming about Sex Pistols because I can hear "pretty vacant". Oh, wait! It's my annoying ring tone. Someone is calling me. I hope it's Rotten.
Shit! It's Whitney and I'm not sure if I should answer.
I'll talk to her later.
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The phone rings at 4:00am. It's my sis Whitney again.
- Hey!
- Hi, Frank! I didn't want to botter you on a Saturday morning but I need you.
- What's going on?
Her voice was trembling.
- That monster is back, Frank!
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FanficThis is a Green Day fanfic written by an Idiot to another Idiots. Frank is a young boy that just like any other boys, didn't know what to do with his life, until a beautiful girl turn it upside down. Domestic violence is a serious problem...
