Okay we have arrived in the city time for a holiday.

To Dream and Differ

New Years Eve the holiday for the drunkards and boozers, by 11:00 even the bartenders are hammered enough to believe that a 17 year old is of the legal age.

"Hey, whatsur name der sunny." slurred the bartender, " Nevermine I won member any way. You sober".

"Yeah" I answered

He laughed. "Well arnt you like Jesus, comin on dow here amongst us mordal men, all igh an mighty knowing what you doing. Where you from?"

"Suburbs" I answered.

"Well ain dat quaint, da frigging Jesus of Suburbia, as come to drink of covnet. Here" he said as he thrust a shot glass into my hand. I downed it with out thinking twice, it seared my throat on the way down.

"Reload" I said

Reload. Reload. Reload. Reload. After downing enough shots to wear in a belt like Rambo, I started preaching like I was Jesus.

"DO YOU HEAR DAT PEOPLE. It is the flames of hell descending upon us" It was really only a rainstorm. "But fear not for, the only thing that is in heaven is faith and misery. I'd rather laugh with the sinners and die with the saints." Everyone cheered at this line.

"I dream and differ from the lies of society. Will you join me?" More applause.

"This is the dawning of the rest of our lives, revolt against society's broken standards. We will punish all those who don't agree."

"AMEN" shouted the crowd.

I woke up the next morning still in the bar, and everyone else was gone. I headed out side and realized I had been mugged to add to the pain of the hangover I was just begging to feel.

"Son of a bitch" I groaned. My head was throbbing. Thankfully, it was New Year's Day so most of the city was still asleep. I passed by a couple of stores, I finally passed one shop that had a flier in the window. It was a missing child poster, with my name on it. Perfect, I thought, they give a crap about me after I leave. There was no picture, but I was going to need a new name. Thinking back to my last memory of the previous night, I remember the bartender referring to me as the Jesus of Suburbia. It seemed to fit so I rebaptised myself as the Jesus of Suburbia.