Here Today... Gone To Hell!

This is a true story of something that happened to me several yesterdays ago when I was still in High School. Back in the days of my youth I sort of lived a reckless life. I was sitting in Mr. Brownstone’s class, listening to a lecture about the Civil War. My teacher had a bad obsession with the details, and my patience was wearing thin. I felt as though I was going to have a breakdown when suddenly an idea popped in my head.

There was this girl in my class that looked so fine. I passed a note to my Michelle asking if she would skip school with me after this class. I told her we would take my locomotive to the paradise city. “Your crazy” she wrote back. “This class ain’t no Garden of Eden, but we’d have 14 years in detention if we were caught. Besides, I only like nice boys. And don’t you like Betty Lou Sue?” I had to reassure her. I wrote back saying; “it’s so easy to leave school without getting into trouble. No one will be out to get me, or you. All of the teachers and hall monitors are pretty tied up. Just take the back door out of the cafeteria and slip into the garden. And I used to go with Betty Lou Sue, I used to love her, but that’s over now ” I replied. After a moments thought, this sweet child ‘o mine agreed.

The bell rang. “All set, anything goes, it’s now or never” I said. At first, all went according plan, and it was like the perfect crime. Then trouble started. Halfway down the express way my car broke down. I called AAA and had it towed to Steven and Gilby’s Autoshop. The mechanics told me that there were major problems with the car. It appeared that the axl was broken and the front tire had a big slash in it. They didn’t know how expensive it was going to be to fix. I had little money on me. I couldn’t call my parents. Michelle was upset. “How are you going to pay for this, how are we going to get back?” “Don’t cry, just have a little patience” I said. Then suddenly, I had an idea.

I saw a sign in front of a boxing ring that said “GET IN THE RING, EARN $$$!!!” The mechanics and Michelle thought I was crazy to do it, but we needed a way to get home. I knew I could win. I would live and let die, my opponent die, that is.

Inside the ring looked as though it was located right next door to hell. There was this old creepy guy who paid all fighters. Here was the deal, ten dollars for every one round. My opponent, “the Rocket Queen” looked freighting. He screamed at me from his corner, “Welcome to my world. Your gonna be one dead horse when I’m through with you. After one round, you’ll be in a coma, after two rounds, you’ll be nothing but dust n’ bones, and after three rounds, ‘you’ll be knock, knock, knockin’ on heavens door.” Michelle was giving me encouragement, but “the Rocket Queen” shouted to her “back off bitch. When I’m beating this fool up, I’m gonna think about you. You could be mine after I’m through with this guy” That made me mad, real mad. “Don’t damn me" I said. Then I heard the sound of the bell. “The Rocket Queen” looked at me with eyes of the bluest skies and said “welcome to the jungle, your gonna die.”

I don’t recollect what happened next. I woke up in my corner in a pool of blood. Michelle was gone. The creepy guy that set up the fights was asking for my mamma kin, because he must have thought I was dead. I asked for my money but he refused. “You didn’t even make one round, but don’t feel too bad, you ain’t the first punk that “The Rocket Queen” has taken down in under 15 seconds” he said. So the double talkin’ jive didn’t pay up.

As I left the ring I started to feel very estranged. All I had eaten that day was some bad apples so I felt sick. Then, to top it all off, a storm set in. But the cold November rain felt good against my wounds. I didn’t know what to do. Then suddenly, I saw Michelle. “I thought you left me,” I said, but she explained she had only taken the nightrain into town in order to pawn a ring. She did it to help pay for my car, but it was no where near enough.

We went into a local dinner “The Shotgun Blues” and thought about what to do next. They must have thought I was 21 because they served me a nice cold Duff Beer. In my wallet, I felt a dollar. I had an idea. I went over to the counter and bought a scratch ticket. “Imagine if I win, this will pay for my car.” Michelle was not optimistic. “You’ll never win, The chances are one in a million” she said. I tried my luck, and sure enough, I won ten million dollars. We made a move to the city and lived happily ever after, then end.

Nice Story some of that sound awfully familiar :hihi:

I could of swore this was on tv!!!

Funny stuff

I liked it.  :)

Umm do you know what "estranged" means? :no:

That was preety impressive : ok:

I'm an un~perfect example  :hihi: I'm so estranged that it burned the hell out of me

How the fxxx did you get it SO quick ???  ;D : ok:

it's nice!!  ;D

I just saw that on the metalsludge forum, and it is the lamest thing ever.

Pretty cool, however, I'd have ended the story by finding a million dollars that someone forgot in the diner, but that's just one fellow's opinion.

COOL!
: ok:

ain't it fun?

Sounds like double talking jive to me!!!

But I'm in a nightrain, going right to paradise city, the rocket queen, in all it's glory, going to meet her sister, who's gonna sail away, sweet sister.

Gotta get this bitch of my back.

But love's so strange.

i guess i find myself a cane...

interesante

even with a iron fist

they won't catcht me

Iron fist with a cane - bet they'll catch you....

Give me a dollar and a band and I will write any story for you.

I quit my job to do this full time  : ok: :peace:

Hey this thread officially sucks...post your GNR St Patricks day story now below:

aw, can't have no fun? ::)

I can't seem to find this thread anywhere on the message board.  Could anyone point me in the right direction or re-post it for me?  Again... the long story with all the GNR song titles worked into the story.  Thanks guys.   :beer:

You mean the Valentines Day one, here it is http://www.heretodaygonetohell.com/board/index.php?topic=18498.0? : ok:
I hope it's the one you wanted it took me ages to find, I thought t was in The Jungle? ;D

 :smoking: Izzy? :smoking:

Awesome.  Thank you!

 Thanks, no prob : ok: What did you want it fo? ??? It's not that great

 :smoking: Izzy? :smoking:

Yes it is that great... : ok: :peace:

Did you write it I thought you stole it from another board, if you did write I didn't mean it was bad I just didn't think it was worth startin' a new thread about? : ok:
I'll write one for St. Patricks day? ;D

 :smoking: Izzy :smoking:

Oh cool. Maybe every time a new holiday comes around, a board member can write-up a new story with GN'R song titles, and then we can print a childrens book, complete with drawings : ok:

"A childrens book with pictures"? :rofl: I find that hilarious for some reason
Anyway children don't read nowadays, it's true my cousin is 4 and instead of reading books she watches videos of the books. So instead of a book we can make a video starring jarmo and the moderators? ;D

 :smoking: Izzy? :smoking:

Hey!! Jarmo should start a band called "Jarmo and the Moderators" !!!! And they can make songs outta those Gn'R stories that will be made into children's books with pictures n' everything!
Although Gn'R will probably suuuue...... :lightbulb:

Aww damn, this reminds me, I frogot to make the St. Patricks Day story? >:(
Nice idea? Elr?thiel, but who would sue, Axl or Slash and Duff? ?;)

 :smoking: Izzy? :smoking:

All 3, and their combined anger would make them think "Hey, you ain't so bad! Let's be friends again!" Henceforth would come the amazing return of the most dangerous band in the world, and Scott Weiland would be their roadie, soon to be fired by Axl due to fights onstage caused by Weiland wanting to be famous again instead of doing his roadie-ing job!
Ah... I can dream can't I?

Yes you can dream, just as long as it's not about Weiland? ;)

 :smoking: Izzy? :smoking:

Are you kidding!!?? I'm an Axl girl! I dress like Axl, I attempt to act like Axl, I have an obsession with Axl. Even my boyfriend looks like Axl a bit!!(I'm so lucky!) The 13 year olds who don't know Gn'R and who haven't been enlightened to them yet can have Weiland... or he can regain his credibility by going back to STP and stopping letting Mr Brownstone fuck him up the ass! Until then, he sucks and he should give the Gn'R members back to Axl!
Hehe... I just got a really weird image of all the Gn'R members as dogs on leashes being held by Axl. :rofl: I gotta draw that!
Methinks we've gone off topic... sooo... yea you should do the St Patrick's Day Gn'R song story!!

Yes I was actually, hence the "? ;) "

I'll have it ready for next St. Patrick's Day? :)

 :smoking: Izzy? :smoking:

St-Patrick's Day.... :-X

dont say "dis" agen say "this" much better. makes me feel like u have a cold or something when u talk like that :no:

What the fuck are you talkin' 'bout

 :smoking: Izzy? :smoking:

Damn, this tread is still around...I wrote this three months ago. I have a hit.