St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!

One year later.

BPOV

In honesty with all the shit that has happened I am damn right confused as I don't know what. First of all.

1. My then girlfriend now wife has given birth to a girl, my child, my biological child and I am ever so happy

2. Said daughter has been imprinted on by my wife's sort of ex and is now destined to be my son in law.

WTF!

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

3. Said future son in law is trying to be nice to me.

Again WTF!

4. My wife is now a vampire and we have sex every night in our little cabin. And we are happy some of said sex is just like the many fantasies that my wife wrote about in her Journal.

"EDWARD!" I screamed.

ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?

I'll give you something to cry about.

ST. JIMMY!

My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.

Here I was just cleaning up my bedroom and under our mattress I find my husbands journal. Being curious I read it and in it he describes the fantasies I wrote about in my journal.

THAT GINGER BASTERD!

I knew he had to have read some of the things I've been writing in that old thing. I don't allow him to read my mind so how in good hell did he always know what i wanted him to do with me

"What's wrong Bella,-" I cut him off holding up his Journal

"Shit." he mutters as he runs out of our cabin.

Oh when I find that Fucker it won't even be a misunderstanding. I'm gonna bust his head in till the brain matter shows.

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found

It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!

The end