To Hell with a Bullet Page #3

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Not the best deal, but a good deal.

Right?

That was the f***ing

drugs talking, man.

That's why Kenny fired you.

That's why Dallas left you.

It's like your own little slice of hell

you keep reliving, over and over again.

Until hopefully one day,

you get it f***in' right!

Wow!

What?

Nothin'...

That was some real Zen

type sh*t right there. Y'know?

No, seriously, man, some f***in'

real Groundhogs Day sh*t.

It's the God's honest truth, man.

Take it from me.

So, what now?

The gig...

I guess. It's all riding on that.

We got...

Chuck Leeson from

Etternity Records comin' down.

Remember what I told you, Billy.

Don't f***in' blow it!

Listen man...

I'm singing like a f***ing banshee.

There's no way in hell

I'm going to let...

Anything happen this time, man.

Alright!

Here's to you, Billy Quantreaux!

Have you ever heard of Robert Johnson?

The old blues player?

Yeah, I guess.

Why, who is he?

Why? You want me to put him

on your guest list or something?

Na, Na. That's okay.

It's probably just as well.

Why?

Because he's f***in dead.

What happened?

I don't f***in know.

He died in the late 1920's.

Sold his soul to the devil, so he could play

the blues better than anybody on earth.

Or so the story goes.

The 20's?

Why'd you ask?

It's nothing, man.

Just something my doctor said.

Billy?!

Billy?!

Wake up, you drunken f***.

Hey. Hey, man...

What?

What time is it?

It's almost noon. We tied one on

somethin' shocking last night, lad.

Sh*t!

I got rehearsal.

Yeah!

F***in', hey!

Dude, you're a f***ing monster!

F***, alright take it easy, man.

Alright?

What?

I'm Just a little worse for wears today, alright?

I got like tequila poisoning, or something.

You couldn't fooled me, dude.

Man...

When you said I got it covered...

I thought you were gonna manage

a few croaks. I had no idea you'd be...

Howlin' like a Rabid Wolf.

Sh*t!

Great, man.

What can I say?

Hey, don't fricken

say anything, dude!

Save that f***ing voice of yours.

We don't need any mishaps

between now and Friday.

Hey man,

don't even sweat it, bro.

I got this.

You know somethin', bro.

When you say that now...

I actually believe you.

Hair of the Dog, dude?

Ah, yup!

Oh, sh*t, hey, almost forgot. I got

this song I wanna show you guys!

Alright so... medium four four tempo.

Goes somethin' like this.

Did you get that?

Yeah I got that... alright.

Awesome.

Let's see what you

can do with that?

This is what I wanna play

for Chuck Leeson, guys!

You must be Billy?

Yeah!

I'm your neighbor.

Oh, yeah?

Boomer.

Boomer Cobb.

Alright, what can I do

for you Mr.Cobb.

Well, it appears we might

have a little bit of a problem.

Well look ah...

What, what kind of problem, man?

I ain't much to complain just...

Seems to be one hell of a ruckus

comin' from your apartment at night.

You know, yeah, I don't think so, man.

Nobody's home.

Well, sh*t, somebody's home

cause I'm hearin' somebody in there.

I think you're mistaken.

Well okay then.

Alright.

Maybe it's that pretty little

piece of ass girlfriend of yours.

What was that you just said?

I said maybe it's your girlfriend,

puttin' up pictures?

No?

No.

I imagine she's real good

with a hammer.

Look man, she's staying with

her mom a couple of days, alright?

Y'alright buddy?

You look a little queezy.

I'm a little hung over.

Why?

Your girlfriend leave you?

Domestic issues?

What?

Your lady friend?

What's her name?

Look, man...

Why don't you mind your own business?

Okay?

Listen man, I'm just tryin' to help out.

Do the neighborly thing.

Yeah, well, this is LA,

not Alabama, alright?

See, around here we keep our noses

out of our neighbors business.

Yeah, well, I'm from Kentucky...

And where I come from we look

after for our neighbors back.

And that is a stone cold fact.

Cobb.

Right?

The one and only.

Do me a favor?

What's that?

Mind your own f***ing business.

Okay?

Okay, then.

Dallas.

That's her name.

Weirdo.

Stupid.

Ha, ha.

Sorry, baby.

F***!

Sh*t!

F***?

What the f*** was that?

Ha!

Dallas?!

Jesus!

10:
30, again?

Yeah, 10:
30 again, ass-hole...

I must be losing

my f***in' mind.

F***!

Hello.

Billy, Chuck here.

Well, hey. Hey, man!

How's everything going over there?

Ah... yeah, yeah,

everything's good, man.

Still on for Friday night

at The Central, right?

Yeah, eleven o'clock.

Should be a good show!

Good, well, knock 'em dead, kid.

Yeah, yeah, I'll do that.

Yeah, I bet you will.

Excuse me, what was that?

What?

What you just said?

Nothing. Just make sure

you have a great show.

Yeah.

Hey, thanks. Okay!

Okay, we'll see you

Friday, Billy.

Ahh, ohh!

Dude, hitting the bottle again?

So, bro, what do you think?

I think, sounds pretty good, man.

Sounds good.

Maybe straighten out that bass line

a little bit. You know, keep it simple.

Yeah, okay.

Other than that man, it works.

Awesome.

Oh, yeah, Chuck Leeson called to confirm, so

one more rehearsal and we're on for Friday, baby!

Sweet!

Son of a b*tch.

What, man?!

What now?

Well...

we got a situation, Billy.

I thought I told you to keep

your f***ing nose out?

Yeah, well that god-awful

ruckus won't stop, Billy.

God-damn it!

Neighbors are complaining, son.

I tried to keep my nose out but

I reckon I ain't got a choice.

Elizabeth has already

called the landlord.

Elizabeth?

She's in apartment 3. She called him,

he's comin here directly.

Wait, wait. Who is?

The landlord, dipshit!

Who else?

F***ing Mr. Lumely? He's coming here?

Right now?

Why didn't you call me?

Well, firstly, you told me to keep

my nose out of your business.

And Secondly,

I ain't got your cell phone, son.

But I did however call Dallas.

Figured she'd call you.

You called, Dallas?!

I did.

Really?

She told me she was

gonna call you up.

What else did she say?

I don't know.

It sounded rather delayed.

Delayed?

What does that even mean?

Is that like hillbilly code for something?

I ain't no hill-billy,

Billy.

I'm a city boy...

Boy!

Unbelievable!

Alright, Dallas...

Say something.

F*** me!

What are you doing creeping

around here, man?!

F***in' hell...

Hey, hey! Hold on, hold on. Look,

Mr. Lumley, I can explain this, okay?!

Hold on!

Hold f***ing on!

There's a dead body in my f***ing apartment

building and you tell me to f***ing hold on?!

Yeah, dude, calm down, okay?

Look, I can tell you...

You f***in' Muppet!

I'm going to the f***ing Police!

Come on, Mr. Lumley, stop.

Herman... stop...

Don't f***ing touch me!

I'm f***in' warning you!

I'm calling the f***ing Police!!!

Herrrrrmaaaaan!

Herman! Shut your mouth!

Nobody's going to the Police.

She's alive?

Yeah.

I mean, yeah!

Yeah, I mean, err, yeah!

Technically, I am dead.

Okay, err, baby, um, I got this okay?

You're kind a freaking him out!

Freaking me out?!

That's the understatement

of the f***in' week, mate!

Ha? Ha? Ha?

Would you shut the f*** up.

Please!

I'm trying to think here!

F***!

Look what you did!

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