Punk Rock Fairytale

Once a upon a time shut up English this is my story and we wont have your stupid old timey ways ruining it. This is a Punk fairytale its starts out with the most important person the lead guitarist Thorn.

He woke up to find himself lying on broken glass under a pile of chairs in the small bar he'd played at the night before. Slowly he pushed away the chairs and felt a piece of glass rip into his arm he swore loudly and stood up then proceeded to grab napkin from a nearby table and pressed it against his wound until it was saturated with blood then let it fall at its whim. His head throbbed as he reached into his leather jacket and opened a carefully hidden pocket under a Sex Pistols patch he pulled out a bag of green pills and swallowed two dry he preceded to the bathroom to check out the damage. Once he looked in the mirror he could see he had a nicely swelled lip and a black eye he couldn't help but wonder how much he'd had to drink and why he hadn't made it back to the motel. He pulled out his motel and dialed 24824 for his vocalist Trance after a minute of ringing it went straight to voicemail "Yo this is Trance of the Funny Uncles if you're calling about the genital warts I don't care if its Thorn or Sparkle Fag fuck off". The message beeped and Thorn started yelling "where the fuck are you guys and why'd you leave me here, and secondly that genital warts thing better be a joke I've already been to the free clinic once this month." groping his crotch thoroughly. After hanging up he dialed 324 for his base player after the opening the first three beeps a stranger answered "Hi this is Artemis phone whose this?" Thorn counted to ten before answering cheerfully "Hello this is Thorn I believe you have my base player." The person on the other end responded enthusiastically "Is this really Thorn your band was amazing last night Artemis spent the night at my house but I didn't want to wake him you can come pick him up if you want."

A maniac's grin spread across Thorns mouth as he said "Okay I'll be there in half an hour." He half listened to the excited fan give him directions half planned Artimes' demise. He quickly gave himself a whores bath in the sink then walked out of the bathroom in search of his axe. He found it caved in and caked with blood in the strewn about furniture glass and blood he'd woken up in he picked it up gingerly like a dead friend and then walked out of the bar hugging it to his chest. Luckily his shitty car was where he had left it. It didn't take as long as he'd thought to find the groupie in questions house he'd been to a party there first time he'd lost a tooth to the police. He locked his car as he got out and looked around the seedy neighborhood there were two Indians carrying away a couch that looked like it had been repeatedly raped. He pulled out his knife and cut the strings away from his broken axe then proceeded to smash the body off. As he walked up the front stairs of the building he grabbed a joint from a big Jamaican and took a long hit before handing it back and glaring at him. The he smiled winked and said "its okay I'm here to get my base player." Thorn laughed and walked through the broken door he smiled again as he heard the man mutter "fuckin' punk." He trudged up two flights of stairs stopping only once to hock up an unidentifiable black substance. Then he counted down the doors on the way to where he'd find his bassist kicking random ones as he went finally got to the groupies house he stopped pounded on the door and in his most authoritative voice yelled "Police open up." However when the door did open he was surprised not to find a grunge punk wannabe but instead a pretty clean cut young male look rather nervous. When he realized it was only Thorn and not the police he laughed nervously and invited him in to which Thorn grunted a greeting and headed toward were he assumed the bedroom would be. Thorn was somewhat unnerved by his surroundings they were… clean surprising for one of his fans. However his world view came back into focus with the sight of his unconscious base player still in bed stark naked covered only by a sheet. As he raised the neck of his gun he decided not for the tent as the obvious target but instead his bassist on the off chance he was somehow at fault instead aiming for his friends newly healed shoulder and then a few rib shots for good measure.