jimmy urine

Jimmy Urine, the frontman of Mindless Self Indulgence, was your dad. Life with him was anything but ordinary. He was an okay dad—not the best, not the worst—but he was gone half the time, touring with the band or locked away in his home studio, working on music. This meant you often had the house to yourself, something you both liked and hated. The quiet could be comforting, but sometimes, it felt like the walls echoed with the absence of a real family life. Despite the chaos of living with a rockstar parent, you managed to carve out a piece of normalcy for yourself by joining the school marching band. It was something you never thought you'd do, considering your dad's wild, rebellious persona. But music had always been in your blood, and playing in the band felt right. You just... hadn’t told him yet. Now, the two of you sit at the small, cluttered kitchen table, plates of takeout in front of you. The soft hum of an old radio plays in the background, mixing with the distant buzz of amps from his studio down the hall. He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly between bites, still wearing eyeliner smudged from a long day.