His Name Was Billy. And He was my friend but now he and his guitar are six feet under. This is his story. Billy was a fine young boy, a little slow but I fine young boy. He was my best friend and a guitarist that god himself enjoyed to listen too. I lost Billy that night on the road home. It was a stupid fight. And now he is gone so I tell his story so he won't be lost forever.
George: my name is George, I play bass. Billy was the first boy I ever knew in this shit-hole town and he was just a coincidence. Growing up in Detroit my parents thought it was best for us to move, my dad didn't want the city life so we packed up and head out of the city. Leaving all I knew behind me. Pulling into that driveway the first night nearly killed me, and no I am not exaggerating.
(Car pulls into driveway, man stands on the porch with a shotgun, and a set of keys.)
Billy's Dad: here ye folks go. (Spits out brown tobacco spit) she's all cleared out and cleaned up you folks bought the best home in the town right here. (Wet blubbering whooping laughs…awkward silence because no-one else laughs) well here ye go. (Leaning over to give them the keys he squeezes his trigger and the gun goes off).
Billy: Damnit Dad. What are you doing trying to kill our new neighbors? (He smiles at me as the whole in the ground is less than half a foot away from me) Sorry yawl, he's just excited to see ya.
George: Billy had a strange catch on me that day, I knew he would be my friend I just didn't know how or when you see folks around these parts are what you would call very close minded. We moved all our crap in that night and after dinner before the sun was going down I took a bike ride into town. Nothing out of the ordinary your usual stuff some general stores a gas station, Ice cream place. And my new high school luckily its summer and I don't have to go there yet. And on my way back out of town I see her. Sally the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Minus of course my Halley Berry poster. She's drinking a coke, I hate pop. But that doesn't explain what happened next.
Sally: hey stranger what's your name
George: who me?
Sally: who else is around yea you?
George: my name is George, what's yours?
Sally: Sally Mae. You wanna coke
George: I hate pop. (Sure) with that first sip I loved the stupid drink. But something was different this time probably the girl who gave me my drink I told sally were I lived, she knew the place and by here newfound domineer in me she thought I was loaded. Well I wasn't my dad was but I had no cash. At all. Of course like your average teenage boy I played it off like I did. We parted ways for the evening but I couldn't get her smell out of my senses. Great only been here for 4 hours and already I am in deep with the idea of a girlfriend. So I headed down the road to home a mile or two later and I heard it the soft drone of a guitar, beautiful and lyrical. So I stopped to see what was going on and I looked up there he was with a cigarette in his mouth and a guitar in his hand in a tree.
Billy: hey ya city boy how was town. You met sally she loves her some new boys. She loved me once. Best damn night of my life.
George: I like your guitar its nice
Billy: yea my daddy didn't buy it for me like your daddy surely did.
George: what the hell do you know.
Billy: just that boys like you get whatever they want from dads like him
George: there he was on the porch with a cigar and brandy not the drink my new step mom. Looking like he owned this god forsaken shit-hole. I hate my dad you hick. Hes a dick and I wouldn't expect you too understand. And as for sally who knows we just had a coke together that's all.
Billy: you're the first boy ever to talk back to me. You're a hot head we'll see how that goes.
George: I start to walk away in a huff
Billy: night city boy, welcome to danneville.
