Bullet proof? Nope. Not even close. Now Murdoc, tthat's a diferent story all toghether. He always stood straight, the apidemy of comfidence, force to be recond with. He always had a Devil-may-care attitude that made sense with his satanism. I knew he was no-good from the way he talked, the way he walked, and just the general matter that was Murdoc Nicolas. Maybe that was what drew me to him, his bad ass nature. He was probably into me for a quick lay. Bad, BAD idea. Not only was I dating his singer, and I was the guitarist, but I had made a promise to Stuart, or 2d, as everyone knew him. I had said I would never leave or cheat on him. I guess I had Broke both of those promises within a 24 hour period. Plus I had slept with his supposed "best mate." Not that Stuart didn't know that of course. All these thought swirld threw my head as I walked towards the local Pub. I needed a drink, or 2,or 3... I had plans to get completely shit faced, and forget about Russel, 2d, and most of all that stupid bastard Murdoc. What I found there shouldn't have supprised me, seeing it in hinge sight. "Murdoc?"