Mike's Journal

Chapter 57

June 26, 1966 

Dear Journal, 

I'm sleepwaking again. This morning Micky asked me what got me stressed out. I honestly have no idea. Work is going good, I paid our rent early, and The band is getting up off the ground. I finally let us play 'I'm a believer' I finished it. Right now Davy is taking the lead vocals but I think Micky said he wants to try so we'll let him have a shot at it as well. Micky likes the song and Davy said it's a rocker. I take that as a good sign. 

We ran out of hot water yesterday so I had to take a cold shower when I got home from work. That was fun. Then Micky started cracking jokes that Peter didn't get. Honest question, how did Peter get this far in life? Found out that Davy takes hour-long showers twice a day. I put a stop to that as soon as I found out. No one needs to take a shower twice a day and especially not an hour-long one. Fifteen minutes tops. 

Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep. 

Good Night. 

Mike. 

July 5, 1966. 

Dear Journal, 

I'm sorry. Two words, but they're so hard to say. Peter's the only one talking to me in complete sentences. Micky's not talking to me at all and Davy is just being short, no pun intended. After work on the first Micky didn't pick me up so I started walking home. Because I haven't been getting a good night's sleep I started acting goofy and I guess someone called the cops on me. Next thing I know I'm waking up in jail. I guess people thought me being tired was me being drunk so they locked me up. I called Micky and he came right down and bailed me out, but now he's not speaking to me. I tried to explain to him what happened but he's not having it. I guess I'll give him some time to cool off. 

I'm heading to the beach. I need to think. 

Mike.