To Hell with a Bullet Page #2

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You can't sing anymore.

And everybody knows it.

It's painful to listen

to you, man...

Would you stop f***ing saying that?!

Alright, look,

I'm just going through, like...

Like a rough patch, or

somethin' right now. Alright?

Well this "rough patch"...

Doesn't seem like

it's going to end...

Anytime this century, okay?

You know. What about

no loyalty, man?

It is what it is, dude.

Get over it!

What about our gig next week?

Huh?

What are we going to do

about that?

Probably should cancel it...

Un-f***ing-believable!

Now what?

We need to talk.

F*** sake, Dallas.

Can we talk about this later?

I've had a really shitty day, okay?

I don't give a rat's ass

what kind a day you've had.

What about my day, huh?!

Oh, okay!

How was your day, sweetie pie?

F*** you, dude!

I don't deserve that. I'm the one

paying rent around here.

Not to mention your drug habit!

Come on. Please, babe, not now!

You're a user, Billy!

F***!

And you want me dry for far too long.

And I've got nothing left to give you!

- Nothing!

- F***!

Get out!!

You broke my f***ing nose!

Get out!

B*tch!

Thanks for bustin'

my nose, Dallas!

Great. She busts my nose and

I get the silent treatment?!

You asked for that, Dallas.

Dal.

Stop f***ing around! C'mon.

Hey...

Hey...

What the f***?

Oh, f***! What the f*** is this?

Oh, my God! Hey!

No, baby.

Oh, sh*t!

Say something. Dallas!

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my God.

I'm so f***ed!

Hey...

Can I speak with

Billy Quantreaux, please?!

Who? Who is this?

Chuck Leeson.

Who?

Chuck Leeson.

Etternity Records.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Hey.

Billy, loved the demo man!

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Thanks, Chuck. Thanks.

You really got something, kid.

Something real special.

I think your song has major potential.

Yeah?

Yeah. It's got hit written all over it.

Did you write it?

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah. I wrote it.

Good. So, when's your next show?

Ah, well, we had a gig...

Have a gig next Friday night

at The Central.

In Santa Monica?

Yeah.

You got a date, kid.

What time?

Ah, eleven. Around eleven.

See you then.

Dude, what the f***?

Hey man,

just hear me out, alright?

Dude, seriously!

You gotta leave.

Listen, Kenny,

just hear me out, man!

Dude, this is pathetic.

Kenny, guys...

Hey...

I got Chuck Leeson

from Etternity Records...

He wants to come see us

play next week, alright?

I'm sorry bro, hold on a second.

Dude, you gotta leave right now!

Kenny, bro, I sh*t you not...

This is real, man.

Chuck Leeson called me.

He's coming to the show bro,

next week...

Butch, Butch... wait...!

Na, Na, it's cool bro...

Looks like you fags need

to kiss n' make up.

Dude, hold on!

I'm done!

Oh!

F***in' sweet.

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