To Hell with a Bullet Page #5

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Uh... You know what I mean?

Why don't you elaborate?

Okay. Look, Doc, I can't deny the fact that

recently I've been on a lot of f***ing drugs.

And...

I can't decipher what's real,

and what's not now...

You know my girlfriend

recently died, so now, I'm...

What kind of drugs?

Amyl-f***ing-nitrite.

Well... Meth.

Mostly meth.

You got me harder

than a f***in' rock!

And coke. Some coke.

Methamphetamine, cocaine?

That'll do it!

Let me put it like this Billy...

Those drugs...

Tune you into the dark side...

And before you know it...

There's a thousand pound monkey

clinging to your back.

Or the proverbial devil

whispering in your ear.

Your life's not your own any more.

Ultimately...

Part of you is gone, forever.

Hurts to hear you say it, Doc.

Look, I'm not here to tell you

what you should do, Billy?

As we've discussed...

You have a choice.

Or should I say...

Had...

A choice.

I know.

F***!

What's going on here, man?!

Billy!

My pecker!

F***! Dude, you're bleeding

all over the f***ing place, dude!

No, sh*t!

Well, what the f*** happened?!

My f***ing penis, man!

What's wrong with your penis, man?

It's gone...

Where the f*** did it go, Cobb?!

She bit it off!

F***! Alright, let's find it! Sh*t!

God, I mean don't worry, man. Y'know,

they can f***ing sew 'em back on these clays.

Sh*t, we'll put it on ice, okay?

And get you to the hospital.

She chewed it off!

Wait, wait.

Look back up, man!

It just hit me.

Are you saying that my girlfriend

chewed your f***ing penis off?

Is that what you're saying?

Yes!

VVell, what the f*** was your dick

doing in my girlfriend's mouth, man?!

I thought she was dead.

You thought she was dead?

Yes...

Well, that doesn't change the fact that,

that corpse over there is my f***ing girlfriend!

F***!

I've done bad things...

God!

What is that?

Rape of a f***ing corpse?

That's gotta be illegal.

Not in California, Billy.

I Googled it.

It don't make it right, you sick f***!

Come on Billy, can we

please do somethin', man?

I'm f***in' bleeding to death, Billy!

God, you always were f***ing

mean in the sack, Dallas!

Mean in the sack? She's a little

more than mean in the sack son.

She's like a Rabid Dog!

That being f***ing said...

We gotta wrap this up before

it spirals out of f***ing control!

Hey, are you awake in there?!

I'm am now.

Did you bite his dick off?

Yeah, in self defense.

Would you swallow it?

Hell no!

He's not my type.

Well, where is it?!

That's his penis?

Yeah.

Sick, huh?

Alright, Cobb.

Don't freak out, man.

I don't think they're gonna be sewing

your dick back on anytime soon, man.

Wait, hey, I got an idea.

Bro, you're not gonna like this.

What is it?!

Don't leave me, Billy.

Don't leave me!

Here, bite on this, man.

It's gonna hurt like

f***in' hell, man, but...

It's gonna stop the bleeding.

No!

Dude! What a rush, man!

You still doubt that I can do this?

Alright, alright!

You win.

Well, you know what?

I just want to thank you guys...

For giving me another chance, man.

Aw, it's cool man.

Yeah, no, I know bro, but...

I just haven't been a hundred percent

lately, y'know and...

I'm not just talking about my voice, man.

I'm talking about...

Me getting high. And...

I mean you guys knew

about that, right?

Oh, yeah.

Look, I'm done with

that sh*t for good.

Dude, whatever you've done

to turn your life around...

We've all talked about this...

Right, guys? / Yep!

I mean it's made us all remember why

we got in this band in the first place.

I mean, to actually look forward

to coming to rehearsal...

And hanging out with your best bros,

doing what we do best.

And to see there's potentially

a future in all this.

I mean, dude, it's the best thing

in the world.

And we have you to thank for it, bro.

Right, fellas?

Absolutely.

Guys, that means a lot, man.

Here's to Quantreaux!

And the last gig we play

as an unsigned band!

Quantreaux. /

Cheers brothers!

Hi.

Hi, there.

Hey...

Are you William?

Quantreaux?

I am.

Why, who's asking?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Elizabeth Treadwell.

Am I supposed to know who...?

I'm sorry, I'm your neighbor.

Apartment 3.

Oh, yeah, hey. Nice to

finally meet you, Elizabeth.

Likewise.

I'm, sorry. Um...

Can I help you with something,

Elizabeth?

Um, well, um...

Actually, I...

Well, yes.

Okay.

Did you hear what happened

today, here, William?

Billy.

Call me Billy.

Billy.

Right.

Well, you've heard about

the horrendous banging coming from...

Somewhere in the building?

I'm sorry, I mean, Mr. Cobb

must have said something.

Right.

Well, originally we thought it was

coming from your apartment.

Yeah, he had said

something about that.

But is wasn't.

Okay.

It was coming from

Mr. Cobb's apartment.

Why do you say that?

The Police.

Police? What, er, what do the Police

have to do with anything?

They found him this afternoon.

Dead!

He'd hung himself.

Wow.

The stench coming from his apartment

was unbearable, so I called the Police.

Right. Uh...

Good. Uh, good.

They think that it was

a lover's quarrel.

Definitely wasn't a lovers quarrel, um...

Cobb, did not have a girlfriend.

I know this for a fact.

No, no.

They think it was his boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

They found Mr. Lumley

dead as well.

And where?

In the trunk of Cobb's car.

And that's not the worst of it!

Oh, yeah?

Well not only did Mr. Cobb

hang himself, but...

Well...

We think that Mr. Lumley...

Severed his...

Penis, in some sort of heated exchange.

Okay, well, sounds like the Cops

got it all pretty well figured out! Right?

Well I came to that conclusion

myself, but...

However, I will tell them of

my theory when they come back.

Wait, crap, when are

they coming back?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?!

Yes. I gave them your name.

They wanted to talk to you.

My name? Wha...

Talk to me, why?

Why'd you give them my name?

Well, they wanted everybody's name.

Everyone in the building. With Mr. Lumley

being one of the victim's there's...

There's no one else they could

get the information from.

F***!

Sorry, I...

Mr. Cobb, either killed the Vic.

Oh, I'm sorry, Vic means victim...

Yeah, I know what Vic means.

I watch TV.

In self defense, or because

of the severing of his, um...

Um... Only then did he

take his own life. Um...

He was probably heart-broken

about losing his lover.

Trust me, Elizabeth,

when I tell you this.

He was not upset about

losing his lover. Alright?

He's probably pretty well f***in' pissed...

That he's no longer the proud

owner of his own genitalia.

Just a thought.

That is one scenario that

could possibly hold water.

God, you watch a lot of TV,

don't you?

Well, I'm quite partial

to Law & Order.

Oh, yeah!

Which one?

Don't tell me!

All of 'em. Right?

Oh, my Lord!

Oh, sh*t... yeah, we have cats. Um, yeah,

I gotta clean the cat box, sorry.

You have a cat?

Babe?!

Gotta get some sleep tonight, baby...

Get up early and find a place to hide

your ass, before the Cops get here!

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