"Hey Kurt! Dude, I looked up that number to that clinic for you. They say if you blow them man, they'll give you that ass reduction thing for half off." Rob yelled down the street. Kurt only sighed. He's had enough of this crap. It wasn't even the ass jokes that got to him anymore. It was everything.

"Dude, should I tell them yes or what?"

"Rob, don't make me come over there and break your freakin' ankle. I will you know. You know I can." Kurt shook his head up and down so that Rob would know he was serious. Rob just laughed as he grabbed a cigerette from his pocket and lit it, or at least Kurt thought it was a cigerette.

Kurt stared down the empty street. It has been like this for days now, standing on the same corners, looking only at Rob smoking at various other points along the street. They couldn't keep doing this everynight. Customers didn't come for them anymore. Vince's side had the young bucks and that was what everyone was looking for. Kurt and Rob had been on these streets for years. "We own these damn streets." Kurt said to himself pacing back and forth along the sidewalk. He was pacing like a tiger in a cage, trapt in a dead end. It made him so angry.

Kurt hands were clenched into tight fists. His veins looked like mountains on a globe, sticking out violently from his bald head. He saw a car come down the street and tried to calm down, but he couldn't.

The car stopped in front of him. It was a long white limo with two huge longhorns perched on the hood. Seeing those damn horns, made him that much more pissed off.

"Hey, you up for ridin' a bull tonight." The man in the back called from the tinted window. All Kurt could see was the rim of the man's cowboy hat and he knew who it was.

"Hell no Bucko! And if you don't get out of here right now, I'll go psycho on your ass, yeah, yeah that's what I'll do!" Kurt was moving now like a boxer in his corner before a fight. This guy wasn't welcome around here. Not after what happened.

"What the hell's wrong with you boy! You shouldn't discriminate against Texans!" JBL yelled, finger pointing rapidly out the window towards Kurt.

"Dude, what the hell!" Rob said as he joined Kurt at his side. "You don't belong around here anymore man." Rob said back to JBL. Kurt rushed towards the white limo before Rob could hold him back, fists still clenched. With his right fist, he swung at the door of the limo, leaving a dent like a crater in the side.

"Look here Prick!" Kurt spat in JBL's face. "If you weren't trying to score on the other side, a friend of ours would still be here! You remember him, don't cha! The guy who got impaled on those damn horns! The guy who died on your f-in' car!" Kurt's eyes, usually that pretty pale blue, now looked like hell fire. He stomped toward the front of the limo and grasped the horns with both hands. He didn't know what he was going to do exactly, it was like he was sleeping yet still walking.

"Yo Kurt, calm it down man!" Rob yelled just in time for Kurt to rip the horns right off the hood of the limo. JBL yelled at his driver to move. A normal man couldn't do what Kurt just did, even if he "hulked up" like that idiot used to do back in the way day.

"If I see this car again, I'm going to use these horns and make you tap so hard that you cry Uncle!" Kurt said, his hellfire eyes glaring at the Hispanic guy who was driving the limo.

"What the hell are you talking about man?" Rob asked Kurt as the limo sped away.

Kurt didn't answer. He just walked away. He didn't know where do go, or what to do with the horns he was holding, but he just kept going. Word would get back to Paul of this, word would get to everyone. Kurt was going crazy and soon everyone would know it.