Chapter one: American Idiot
Journal entry 2018/10/11
"Information Age of hysteria
It's calling out to idiot America"
Eighteen years I've spent in this God forsaken town. Nothing ever changes. Same faces, same place and same dysfunctional family I go home to every night. But I guess it's not that bad. It could be worse. I could be stuck in a dead end job like my bastard father.
He took a puff from his cigarette, exhaling watching as the smoke disappeared in to the crisp air. He sat back resting against a tree up on a hill just outside of town. Just big enough to have a pretty decent view of the town he calls home. Stan closed his eyes as his mind started to wonder, an internal monologue battling back and forth in his mind.
The world is definitely a scary place. Especially America. A country ran by a couple of idiots who couldn't be fucked about their people. More importantly their youth. The backbone of this country. Without the youth there is no future. One would think we would be handled with care and decency, but instead we're thrown to the dogs of hell in to a decaying pit of what was once a country to fend for ourselves. It's a sad reality really, but honestly I digress. I could ramble on and on about what a shit hole this place is, but that's not what this story is about.
Stan felt something vibrate in his pocket bringing him back down to earth. He took out his phone as he saw the screen lit up. Yet another text message from his mother asking where he is for the hundredth time. It was getting late as the sun had set hours ago. He figured it was about time to head on home before he becomes a missing person case. He got up, took a finale drag from his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and killing it with his sneaker. He made his way down the hill sighing to himself.
This story isn't about the shit stain of a country, but rather its people. More specifically the youth. Even more specifically one explicit youth and his journey.
This is a story about Stan Marsh.