*A/N* Hi :) another story for you here, and hopefully an interesting one. It's about Billie Joe's life, little chapters of his story. Hope you enjoy :)
Epilogue
Billie Joe Armstrong lay in bed that night, his arm wrapped around his wife Adrienne. He could hear the Ramones playing, and that meant his 15 year old son Jakob was awake still. Looking at the clock, he noticed that it was nearly 3am. He sighed deeply, not content with the fact that at the ripe age of 42, he still couldn't get a decent night's sleep. He mused for a while, considering going downstairs to get a cup of coffee. Musings about coffee were halted at the sounds of Jakob's music growing louder. He cursed under his breath.
When had life got like this? When had he turned from an I-don't-care punk to some old guy, with nothing to do but stop and embrace the probability of his imminent death?
When had he grown up?
Memories of childhood clouded Billie's brain as he feel asleep to the soothing sounds of the Ramones.
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Rage and Love: The Story of My Life
FanfictionBillie Joe Armstrong has had a pretty successful life, if he should say so himself. But what he wants to know is at what point did he go from an intolerant punk kid.. to a grown up? {Billie Joe Armstrong fanfiction}
