Dead Bullet

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Fuck you!

Your one and only love

That's all I want to be

Your one and only love

Through all eternity

All that I'm dreaming of

Is to be yours alone

Your one and only love

The one you call your own

To love you always

Always and always

Gladly, I vow

To love you madly

To need you badly

Just as I

need you now

Your one and only love

Someday someone will be

So, darling

take my love

And fall in love

With

Me

Off-suit deuce, 7.

That's an unlucky hand.

Hell, it's the worst hand.

If you want this shithole back,

it's yours.

No, Roy.

That's not why I'm here.

Then what are you doing

in my house?

I need your help.

Didn't you get my postcard?

Yeah.

A year ago, reported you

fucking dead.

Open it.

Go on, open it.

Is this for real?

You're holding it.

Where'd you get this?

Well...

I just lost my last 100

on a 1-3 no limit.

Made a stupid call.

Left with 5 bucks

and a bad taste in my mouth.

But...

of course, I'm still

itching to play.

Figured I might as well

finish off on penny slots.

So a minute later

I'm back on the floor.

It's about 2:
00 a.m.

Place is thinning out.

Some dealers.

Floor men.

One cashier.

And a handful of retirees

just burning up their pensions.

And there I am.

Looking for a spot.

For a chance just to turn

my luck around.

I find a machine, sit down.

Nothing fancy.

No gimmick screen,

nothing like that.

And as I sit down

I notice this...

this strange cowboy guy.

And I don't pay

too much attention,

because I'm just there

to flip my 5

and enjoy the ringing

of the bell as I keep winning.

But it don't work out that way.

I strike out faster

than a first-season rookie,

before the waitress even has

a chance to make her first pass.

You know

My new broom knows

how to please, baby

And my old broom

knows how to squeeze

My new love looks good

And she knows

just how to please

Lord have mercy

I wonder, can I get

a witness tonight, children?

I said, my new love

looks good, baby

Lord, she knows

just how to please

All of a sudden,

all I want to do is go home.

Get out.

Walk. Walk!

Get on your knees.

In the bag, 10,000 hard cash

and almost 100,000 in chips.

When I get home,

I'm fucking panicked.

I'm thinking about

what I just did,

thinking about this thing

that I now have.

And what about the cops?

I mean, if they come

looking for this,

I'm going to get pegged

for something that I didn't do.

I didn't want to involve you.

And I really didn't want

to involve your sister.

So...

I ran.

Does my sister know?

No. Only you.

Keep it that way.

Why?

Why? Because we thought

you were fucking dead,

that's fucking why.

Well, I wasn't.

Yeah...

you were.

If that's the way

you feel about it...

I'm really sorry I wasted

your fucking time.

How many zeros is that?

It's five zeros.

You dropped me off

In Lonesomeville

A place where only

lonely people live

The many hearts

you've broken

Live here in Lonesomeville

And the only thing

that's left...

So, what's the plan?

Yo.

Man, you hear me?

I think we should

avoid the casinos.

I don't even know

if the chips are marked.

You don't even want to try?

You waited this long,

you might as well try.

Well...

if I do this,

I go all the way.

Well, then we get someone

to buy the lot.

- Discount special.

- I thought of that.

- And?

- I don't know anybody.

- Man, I got people?

- What people?

Zack down at the gas station?

That fucking burnout.

Is that who you know?

Christ, Roy,

I didn't want to have you

involved in this

in the first place,

but you're the only fucking

person I can trust.

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