[Going Nowhere Slow] (Jimmy Pop) ~2~ Footage?

Its been a few weeks since that night at the hotel. The owners of it got mad about the piss, and made Bam pay extra for it. Considering Bam was treating everyone for a free night in Trappe to film some stuff for this CKY video he has planed.

We came back to westchester just six days ago, and had already gathered some greate footage. Some of it was stupid as hell, Dunn running half naked, Raab being pulled by some car down a street. We even fucked up some store. I rememberd myself that night, it was so funny. Bam had this crazy idea to go fuck some shitup, so we headed to the store. When we were inside Bam and I had played a little game of tag. We ran through the whole market, crashing into things, knocking shit over, and it was so funny. Eventually the manager caught up to us a kicked us out.

When we were outside we saw these shopping carts just sitting there, and of course, giving Bam another Idea.

"Hey, fuckers. Check this out,"he said as he walked over and placed his hand on the cart,"I have this fuckin greate idea!"

And of course, thats how the "Shopping Cart Slam" was made. That night I was the last person to get pushed in the cart into the bushes, after Ryan and Raabit. And of course, I was the only one who got hurt.

Ryan was the one who was pushing me, and hes pretty strong, so he pushed pretty hard. Well, after I gained enough speed, he let the cart go, I hit the concrete, but just my luck, ened up flying over the bushed, landing on my elbow, smashing it, and scaping the shit out of my face.

So know I had this full arm green cast, with some of the guys signatures on it, and bandages all over my face.

Not to mention it hurt like a fucker.

And that was only two days ago. They let me out of the hospital last night, after making sure I didnt have a concussion and that I was okay, and right know I was heading to some storage room Bam had rented, set up with all the equipment of his for the videos.

It was hard to drive, and I didnt even have my lisence yet, I was only 17, I only had a learners permit. So I was risking jail, and re-injury. Not to mention I was hung-over as fuck from last night, beacuse I drank when I found out I didnt have a concussion (aparently you cant drink with a concussion at risk of dying).

I was wearing my favorite pair of pant,

http://www.sidestreetboutique.com/images/products/Ed_Hardy_Jeans_LRG_0610.jpg

my favorite shirt at the moment,

http://www.crookedmonkey.com/images/Pop-Star-funny-guys-t-shirt-crooked-monkey-300-far-away.jpg

an SOAD hoodie over the shirt,

http://img.hottopic.com/is/image/HotTopic?$100x150$&layer=comp&src=HotTopic/892250_hi

and my only pair of shoes.

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IaRk_u-uPn4/RvNYm5TVioI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IgHffsih7-A/s320/shoes_iaec1047050.jpg

I finally got to the address Bam had given me. He wanted me to come over to review and pick out some of the clips to put in the video. I had no problem helping though. Bam was like my big brother, and I knew how much this video meant to him. He had spent so much money on it anyway.

I stepped out of the car, and walked up the the door. It was a small white building that used to be an antuige shop or something, and the door was painted a light green. There was a large window on the top half of the door, whith two large windows that were closed with blinds, so no one could see in. I opened the door and walked in.

Holy shit! There was a lot of stuff in there, and the inside was much bigger than it looked from the outside. The walls were painted a royal purple, Bams favorite color. There was 3 shelves on the left wall, all holding videos and cds of sorts. Below the shelves was a big couch, whiched looked so comfy right know. It was a dark tanish brown, with rough fabric. There were some other pictures and posters hanging around the room, and on the right wall was, I assumed, Bams work place.

"Sup bitch! Its about time you get here! Its already two, what took you so long?" He asked. I noticed the large computer placed atop a black desk, a few cameras around it, some papers, and a whole lot of cords and whires.

"I feel like shit Bambi, can we just get this over with so I can sleep?"

"Sleep? Why would I let you sleep?! We have work to do!" There was another empty chair, same as his roller, black chair, next to him. He pointed to it, and I sat down.

"I want to show you all the footage we got in the past month, we gatta pick some things to put in the video!" I sighed, and asked him to show me the footage.

He told me to wait a minute, that it would take a while to get the things up. I walked over and plopped down on the couch, which was wrather comfy, and looked over to see a mini-sized fridge, about half the size of a normal one. I opened the door ad saw there was some beers in there, a few bananas, and what it looked like to be, last weeks dinner from that one resturant we went two.

"Still got your fake ID, Bambi?" I grabbed a beer, and popped the cap open with my teeth.

"Yup, got that beer two days ago." He was typing something into the computer.

"I fucking lost mine, like three months ago." I took a sip of the beer, it was chill, and helped with my hang-over a little.

"Thats why your always making us pay!" He laughed a little, before turning his head to the sound of the door opening. I didnt bother to look, instead I just sipped my beer.

"Well if this isnt the crappiest place ive ever seen!" It was a mans voice, it was so loud, I set down my beer on the desk on the other side of the couch, closed my eyes hard, and rubbed me temples.

"Shut the fuck up...do you have to scream?" I mumbles, but loud enough for whoeer it was could here. My eyes were still shut, but I had stopped rubbing my temples and leaned my head back against the head of the couch.

"Wow Bam, whats with the bitch?" It was another guy.

"Oh, thats just Autumn, you havent met her yet? How long have I known you guys?" Bam laughed a little, "you should call her ACE though, she doesnt respond to "Autumn." As for her attitude, she got piss drunk last night, and as you can see, shes not exacally in the best shape."

"Wow, what happened to her?" And another person talked. My eyes remained shut.

"Shopping Carts," Bam anwered," she slammed into the ground."

"Shopping Carts?" It was the guy that called me a bitch. His voice was scratchy, and starting to annoy me.

"You know, im not dead, I can hear you, try asking me why im hurt."

"Okay, why are you hurt?" It was the first voice.

"I sat in a shopping cart while Ryan Dunn slammed me into a road bump, I flew over the bushes I was supposed to softly land on, and fucking shattered my shoulder and skinned my face off."

"Ouch." Was all any of them could say.

"Why were you stupid enough to do that?" Oh fuck, the annoying one. I opened my eyes and looked at them. They were three guys, one was tall, and the other two were kind of short. I didnt know who asked the quetion, but answered it anyway.

"I was drunk."

"Do you always get drunk?" Well, I just found out who the annoying one was. He seemed to have buzzed-cut short black hair, but I couldnt really tell, beacuse it was covered with a Philidelphia Phillies hat. At least he had good tastes in baseball, I loved the Phillies. His ears were peirced, and his nose was kinda big.

"Almoast every night..." he was smirking at me. I hate smug-fucks.

"Why?" The other short one asked, he was kinda cute, he was wearing a red shirt over a white long-sleeved t-shirt, with tan dickies on. I was pretty thin, too.

"How the fuck would I know? Im just stupid like that." I was only ever self-hateful when I was hung over.

"Haha, dont listen to her Q-ball. Shes smater the she lets on. Shes just in a lot of pain right now. Shes alreayd graduated from high school, and is a sophmore in college." Bam was still woking on the fucked up computer thing when we talked. The man he called "Q-ball" walked over to the couch and sat down next to you, causing you to lean towords him.

"A sophmore? How old are you? 20?" He asked with a smile. I think he was trying to hit on me.

"haha I wish."

"Nah, shes just a baby, only 17. Shes pretty smart, eh?" Bam stoped working on his computer and turnt the chair around to face the couch. Emediatly Q-balls smile faded.

"Your only 17? oh...you look...older." Yeah, it was true. My boobs were pretty big, and I did look like I was at least 21, which is why I always trick the people selling ym beer.

I smiled weekly at him, looking him the eyes,"sorry sir, I am only 17." He blinked twice before looking back to where the other two were standing.

"Well...I quess we havent introduced ourselves yet, have we?..Im DJ Q-ball, the one in the hat is Jimmy Pop, and Thats Evil jared." He pointed to the guys as he said his name.

"Q-ball? Evill gared? Jimmy Pop? What, are those porn names or something?" He laughed, but Jimmy and Jared just stared at you, well, Jimmy kinda glared.

"Nah, its our stage names." Q-ball answered.

"Oh...you guys in a band or something?"

"Actualy, yeah." It was jimmy Pop that talked now. He walked over and sat on your other side, evening out the wait so I could sit strait.

"oh. Whats it called?"

"Bloodhound Gang." Evil Jared told me.

"Bloodhound Gang, eh? I think ive heared of you..."

"You have numb-nuts! I was telling you about them next week, and that they were coming to West Chester."

"Fuck you Bam. The only nuts that are numb here is yours, if you even have them." That mde the guys laugh a little, and I smiled at my own joke. For some reason both the guys that were sitting next to me were looking at me, jared had sat in the open chair next to Bam.

"your pretty funny." I looked over at Jimmy pop. He didnt really seem like a bad guy anymore.

"Alright poeple! Lets start looking at the clips!"

"Finally!" I yelled as we all walked over, ready to watch about three hours worth of footage.