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Billie Joe's POV:

"Well guys, We're back home!" Mike sighs as he lays himself onto the soft hotel bed.

"Back it Oakland and the last show of this tour for now..." I sigh, This tour was crazy as fuck, We had done Wood stock and everything. Just like I dreamed of when I was a teen and we just started this crappy band.

''I'm so fucking exhausted, I could smoke a huge joint and sleep the rest of the day.'' Tré exclaims. ''We can do that after show Tré'' Mike laughs. 

I must be honest, I miss being at home. My home isn't cozy or anything, It's a real men's home It's actually just a place to sleep and eat sometimes if you have munchies but nothing except that, No cute decorations. Just a little bit of furniture, Nothing more. I mean, It's not that I never wanted to decorate it but we've been doing interviews and tours and writing new albums and shit and I don't know but I just didn't have time. ''I can't wait 'til we're home again, instead of these hotels.'' I whine. 

''What's wrong with these hotels? I mean it's luxurious, The food is free and everything gets cleaned for you, Life couldn't be any better at home let's be honest.'' Tré laughs. ''Tré you still live with your parents you can't say shit.'' I laugh. ''I just miss being in one place. Travelling drives you insane after a while.'' 

''Well I can't say that that isn't true, But I think sleeping in hotel's is very fine...'' Mike shrugs. This guy is so damn obsessed with the luxury hotels give you, It's insane.

''What time is it?'' I ask as I'm picking out my outfit for tonight's show. ''It's 7, We should leave soon...'' Mike answers. ''Shit, Well I guess this will do?'' I chuckle as I mix an outfit together, It's pretty basic for my doing but who cares anyway. 

We decide to take a cab to the show, And on our way there we realize how much we missed being home, Or at least in our hometown during tour. Everything looks the same but so refreshed and renewed. 

''Does town look different now that we've been gone for a few months?'' I ask Mike and Tré as we're all looking around us from the cab. ''Well, I mean it all looks better here for some reason, Or maybe it's just the nasty shit we saw in the other towns that makes ours better at this point.'' Tré laughs.

''True, I mean...That skull was fucking wild.'' I chuckle, Thinking back at this whole tour. ''Sleepy?'' Mike asks. ''I don't even care what that thing's name was but it was scary as fuck.''

We arrive at a small park beside the venue, It's the end of summer and it's around 7:30. There's a soft breeze outside but it's still pretty warm. I look around me while lighting a cigarette. 

''No weed?'' Tré asks a little sad. ''Tré c'mon, We're back home maybe we should...Y'know...Try and stay at least a little sober so we can make a kind-of good impression being back here.'' 

''A good impression? Billie Joe Armstrong? A good fucking impression?'' Mike laughs. ''Yeah what's so funny about that?!'' I give him a soft punch in his upper arm. ''Hey, hey I'm kidding, I'm kidding I just mean that you, Billie Joe Armstrong, Just aren't the right person for a ''good impression.'' Mike chuckles. ''Oh c'mon...''

Then it seems that Mike is thinking about something, Like he's trying to figure out what I'm implying here, While I'm not implying anything of course. I just want to look a little better than the usual in my hometown.

Maybe some people I know from years ago would come to this show...

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We enter the venue and some guys take us back stage, David is there too (The guy who picked us from the Cave to sign a record label. It's not like we're still with that record label right now but it was a really great start for our first 2 albums.)