As me, manic and scourge walked into are underground hideout, we saw that business was going steady as usual, me and my friends ran a bar where we sold booze and drugs. there was a small stage just big enough for 4 people to play on. there was a band called "the failures" playing, they call themselves that because all the band members dropped out of school before highschool! the youngest member of the band, the bassist couldn't be anymore than 15! the rest were in there late teens and mid 20s. they were playing a teen idles cover of a song called teen idles. Me, scourge, manic and are friend Shadow are in a punk band called "The young and rebellious" we were very popular in the underground scene but we've been banned from nearly every single radio station thats ever been put onto the air! anyways, I wen't behind the counter and started serving beers to the poor fuckers that have lost all hope in their lives and are trying to lose themselves in drugs, booze and rock 'n' roll! One of them was at the age of 17 and he was nice enough, though a little twitchy and seemed nervous, but we talked and he told me how his mother died while he was 7 and his dad nearly beaten him to death at age 12 for not listening to jazz as his father believed that rock 'n' roll was gonna rot his sons brain and that anyone listening to it didn't deserve to live. the only thing that saved him was a house robber and the robber, instead of going to jail, was reconized for his heroic actions, this was before robotnick took over and the robber got killed infront of all of mobius...

The teen was a hedgehog named "twitchy" tommy who wore a ripped circle jerks Tee, was wearing denim jeans, had librity spikes and wore a pair of beat up checkered slip ons. He seemed to be kind of lost in life and he really wanted to get a new life, but the amount of beers he was having and the amount the cocaine he was snorting, i have a feeling this is the last time i'm ever gonna see him! the band then got off stage. But as they were, a fight broke out over a skin head. we don't usually let in skinheads inside but this one wasn't so violent and he wasn't as racist as normal skinheads. But the lead singer who was 21 told the skinhead to fuck off and die and called him a racist peice of shit. The skinhead then pulled the skinny hedgehog to the ground and started to beat the fuck out of him. the singer never made it, the singer died because his head caved in from the blows. The skin head then got beaten to death by the other band mates and the crowd *including manic* they beat him with bricks, pipes, baseball bats *metal and wooden*, hammers, crowbars and other blunt objects. Some even had knives and other sharp objects. we just dragged the bodies outside and buried them behind the warehouse...

it was around 12 am when people finally started going. some people were passed out on tables, the floor, against the walls, on chairs, the stage and in different rooms like the bathrooms, in stalls, one died because he passed out when he was washing his hands and the sink he was using didn't drain so he drowned from that. cocaine was spread everywhere, crack pipes and cigar butts where laying around everywhere, shit was destroyed, the tvs where destroyed, there was broken beer bottles lying around. Blood was on the walls and floor. it was a fuckin' mess, by the time we cleaned up all the shit are clients left it was 3AM...

we woke up at 12:30PM and we wen't down to a fast food joint that was far away from the town. and it was one sketchy ass place, it looked like no one has repaired it for 10 years, the place smelled like the inside of a skunks ass and the quality of the food was more or less edible. never the less, we had to eat here because we wern't able to get food from anywhere else and we can't live off of just beer and drugs and rock 'n' roll. we ordered are food and it felt like an hour before they finally served are "Food". I looked at my food and it smelled just like a old sock thats still in my sock drawer "Man, I wish we were able to eat somewhere else, im getting sick of eating sloppyjoes that look and taste like the 2 week old sandwich thats under my matteress." both scourge and manic nodded in agreement. Scourge was about to say something but manic cut him off. "guys we better go, the blues are here." we all looked and saw that the cops walked in looking for someone. then the leader came in, his name was sonic the hedgehog. He walked in and asked the manager if he saw 3 hedgehogs walk in, 2 were green and the other was orange. The manager was color blind so he couldn't tell. thats when we left and ran off back to are hideout...

when we got to are hideout, we saw that there was a bunch of people waiting to get in. Manic unlocked the door and the people rushed in to get their booze and heroin fix. I was about to walk in but there was a Black a purple hedgehog with black hair, that caught my eye. she had a ear lobe in one ear, and 2 earings in the other, she wore a torn up pink skull shirt, had spiked wrist bands, she wore a pair of black tight ripped jeans and combat boots. she appeared to be around my age, she smirked and winked at me. I blushed a little and walked down to see that manic and scourge were on stage setting up ther equipment. Shadow then walked up stage and strapped on his guitar. I got up on stage with them and tested out the mic to make sure it was on. we began to play and started with a cover of the song "new rose" by the damned. We desided to just play covers for the entire set. we ended with a cover of the song "Hardcore rules" by the obscure punk band "hated youth"...

I went behind the counter again once we were done playing, shadow said that he was gonna cause some trouble and ran off. We never see him except when we're playing! The same hedgehog from yesterday came back and he seemed even more twitchy than ever, he seemed like someone was stalking him. I asked him what was wrong, He tried to talk but i couldn't understand what he was saying. He then asked for a cigarette, but when i turned around to get him one. He pointed a revolver at me. "give me all the money you got asshole!" He pressed the gun to the back of my head. I have had this happened to me before, but this one, I heard the clicking of the gun knowing that he has a chambered the bullet in and was about to pull the trigger. "BANG!" I heard a gun shot, only it wasn't him shooting me, it was the purple hedgehog that i saw standing outside the entrance. she threw the gun at me, I managed to catch it and examined it, it wasn't just a regular 9mm pistol, but a desert eagle. how could such a young hedgehog handle the caliber on this fuckin' beast? the young hedgie smirked, then she walked off and i just stood there relieved that i didn't have a peice of lead stuck inside the back of my fuckin' noggin', But I put on the safety and put the gun into my leather jacket...

I got into bed wondering who that purple hedgehog is! She looks like she may like me, I think i actually might like her as well. She seemed quite attractive. She seemed like just like me, full of energy, having a "Don't give a fuck attitude", a rebellious look and a Punk lover. I then doozed off to sleep...

TO BE CONTINUED!

Alright, so this is the next chapter to the fanfic "journal of a Punk" Im really proud of this one though, even though not alot happened im still quite happy with it, anyway, im gonna finish all my projects. don't worry! this is kaleb the hedgehog. SIGNING OUT!