September 15, 1966
Dear Journal,
I completely forgot to pay rent for September and Babbitt came knocking on the door at 8 AM. Davy and Micky were still asleep but Peter and I were up. Peter answered the door while I finished up the dishes from my and Peter's breakfast. I made us pancakes. I wrapped up the rest of them and stuck them in the fridge. The other two will have to have them cold or wait for the oven to heat up if they want them warm. I did try to wake them up when it was ready.
Anyway, Babbitt wanted the rent and for once I actually didn't have it. I don't know how it happened, but I didn't have the money. I feel horrible. After Babbitt left Peter asked how much we owed him. I did some quick figuring and said around 600$. Plus the bills for the electricity. So it toatle we owe about 20$ for that.
I think I'll be doing extra hours at work.
Mike.
September 20, 1966
Dear Journal,
Well, I got fired from the Golden Bear. So did Pete. Peter got fired for accidentally mixing the sanitizer and soap and I got fired for sticking up for him. Ahh well, who needs a boss like that? Peter was crying all the way back to the pad while I tried to tell him that if he fired us over an honest mistake we didn't really want to be working for him. At least I still got my second job. Poor Peter though.
I've got a few double shifts at Troubadour so hopefully, that'll help us stay afloat. Plus Micky got us a gig at the Vincent van go-go. I have a feeling I'm going to be running on fumes.
Mike.
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FanfictionIt's 1965 and Mike is itching to get out of Texas and head out to California. This is his journal his thoughts and feeling about leaving the only place he has known and finding new friends and adventurers along the way. NOT SLASH!!!! I really hope...
