To Hell with a Bullet

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Hey, Whiskey, man!

Did a great show.

Yeah, I know, pops.

This is for your kids.

F***in' ass-hole.

Well. Still got hair.

Yeah, someone's in here.

Hold on!

Ah, f***!

Yeah man, chill!

Someone's in here.

F***!

Dude, I'm coming!

Jesus.

What's your problem, dude?

Na...

The issue is, what's

your problem, dude?

Yeah, I thought so.

I gotta take a sh*t...

Unless you want it dumped on your face,

you might wanna get out the way.

I told you it would work.

So, where's my f***ing

record contract, bro?

That wasn't the deal.

Bro!

Let's go!

- Hold on, Whiskey!

- I wanna go back in...

Let's get outta here!

Should you read the fine print, kid!

F*** you!

F*** you!

He's a little pissy today.

Yeah. Y'think?

He'll be alright.

I'm his doctor.

You might wanna give him

something for that... attitude!

Oh, I will.

So what, are you his voice doctor?

Yeah.

You ever need anything...

give me a call.

Doctor Nick Devyril, M.D.

Hey, Doc?!

Too much...

F***!

Ahhhh!

Keep shakin' that ass, Dallas.

Hey, babe!

I didn't hear you

come in last night.

Dallas?!

Yeah! What's up?

What you doing up so early?

Thought I'd go in early to

the club and work the day shift!

There's a day shift at your club?

No, douche-bag,

I got a doctor's appointment!

You alright?

Dallas?

What?

What's the matter?

Dallas?

The f***ing tramp stamp, Billy.

I've gotta go get lasered, okay?

Yeah, alright!

F***!

That's all you gotta say, y'know.

Laser tattoo removal.

I forgot.

Kind a liked that tattoo!

Yeah, well it's kind a too late

after six sessions. Don't you think?

Why'd you always gotta b*tch me out

about everything lately, huh?

Dude, seriously? Again?

You're going to ask me that?

I thought we went over

this already, Billy?!

Baby, would you just chill out?!

Please. For once.

Chill out?

You know when you tell

a girl to chill out?

That's when we really

go f***ing crazy, okay?

So don't tell me to chill out.

Alright, K. Let's...

Dude, you don't seem to understand.

I'm done chilling out.

Bullshit's over!

The gravy train is grinding to

a screeching f***ing halt, dude!

Remember, I'm the one paying

all the bills around here.

Helping you achieve your dreams.

While I go out and

waggle my chassie...

An' you sit at home

playing Nintendo!

Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

I work like a f***ing dog, Billy.

Every single night.

I'm here to pay you back...

Alright?

Would you just... stop?!

I'm sick to hearing it, Billy!

How you gonna pay me back, huh?

It's like all you do...

Is rehearse with your buddies,

suck each others f***ing dick's...

And reminisce about how good

you all used to be.

How are you going to

pay me back, dude?!

Huh?

Why don't you just go borrow

the money off your rock star brother?

Yeah, Dal, you know that ain't

gonna happen. So, I'm sorry...

You're sorry?

Hello, motherf***er!

I found this in yourjacket last night.

And you said you were

done with this sh*t?!

And you're sorry?

Yeah!

Right!

F***.

Hey, Rock!

Rocco? Rocco?!

Would you shut the f*** up

for a second. Dude, please!

Alright, alright, take it easy bro.

Don't get your panties in a bunch!

I'm trying to be serious here.

We need to talk about this

predicament, man.

I mean, we're pretty much spinning

our fricken wheels here.

We need to make a decision.

The point is, he's lost it, man!

S'up, man? I thought you guys

were gonna meet me last night?

Ah, it's a little beat last night, bro.

I was hanging out with Dee Dee.

Remember the dancer?

Oh, yeah, the tranny!

No, no, no.

She's a total woman, bro.

Right.

How was the show, anyhow?

What, Thieves Holiday?

It was good, I mean.

They got a new song.

So Whiskey of course gave me a CD.

Yeah, he used to have

some pipes on him.

Used to? No, man,

he's better than ever right now.

Wish we could say

the same about you.

What was that?!

Billy, look...

We need to talk, dude.

Yeah?

About what?

Well, first, the new demo...

F***, I know, I know.

Look, I don't have my share man.

I need more time guys, I got...

I need to make some money...

Um... you know Dallas

she's been a f***in' b*tch lately...

Look, look, look Billy...

We're not going to

do the demo, dude?

Dude, I, can...

We've discussed this.

We're all pretty much

on the same page here...

I mean, we're all

in agreement here.

This situation just

ain't working out, man.

What are you trying to say?

I mean it's just not working out.

I mean, it seems like you're not into it.

Not into it?

What?

Wait...

Are you...

You're firing me?

Wait is, is that

what this is about?

You're firing me from

my own f***ing band?

Pretty much, if you

wanna say it like that?

Wow!

Wow!

Seriously, dude...?

Yeah. /

All this time and effort.

What about the money we've...?

You firing me.

You know I turned down singing in my

brother's band to be here with you guys.

Hey, Rocco, c'mon, man?!

You think for a New York second...

Your brother Johnny...

Would let you sing in his band?

Dude, please.

You don't know what

my brother will do! Okay?

Your brother didn't get to

where he is today...

Playing with jerk-offs like you.

Okay?

F*** you, alright!

F*** you, Kenny!

Dude...

It's not personal.

It's business.

Business, really?

Just f***ing business.

Dude, I put ten years

of my life in this thing.

In the trenches of this

f***ed up, soulless business.

Seriously?

It's your voice, man.

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