If there is one thing you should know about Gerard Way it is that you should never trust him when he's high. Or drunk for that matter. Infact, you should never trust him.
He makes his own drugs and sells them too.
Perhaps I should tell you who I am. I am Frank Iero, 18 years of age. A young drug addict, hooked on Weed and Ecstasy. Gerard Way is 23 and my drug dealer. I also think I may have fallen in love with him.
Date: 24th January 2001. The day starts as per usual; I get up to the sun shining in my eyes and a cat sitting on my leg wanting breakfast. Not even sure what time it is. I fly out of bed and search for some Weed but can't find any.
After realising I was completely naked and I have no curtains drawn I search for some clothes. I scramble through my wardrobe and drawers to find that they're all empty and my clothes are on the floor. Well, nevermind I didn't go anywhere yesterday so I'll just wear what I wore then.
I pull on my tight black jeans and a scruffy shirt and odd socks with a pair of shoes that Gerard has the same...
I mentally slap myself for thinking about Gerard and stare down at the wooden floor beneath my feet.
A meowing cat at my side reminds me that she still needs feeding.
"Crap. No cat food." I hop over things to get to the kitchen.
I rummage in the fridge to see if I have any meat - yes, I do. It's a few days old though...I'd better get a job so I can buy some cat food... But before that I have to go and see a Gerard about some drugs.
I run down out of my apartment and down the street. I jog down the three blocks to where Gerard is living and collapse on his doorstep after ringing the bell.
He opens the door and I stare up at him.