Me No such luck
Me
No such luck
But, he was a convenient distraction. Plus, the press is all over this proposal. Guarantee The Pistols are front page news tomorrow.
Blue won’t like that. He considers every day he’s not in front of a camera a wasted opportunity.
Fuck his narcissistic ass. We need this.
We need The Pistols to succeed, at least for now.
That won’t always be the case, not if everything goes to plan.
When the day comes that we don’t, I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank.
It’s their fault we’re so far in the hole with Vetrov in the first place.
On paper, Bruce, Blue and I might be founding partners in Orange County Records, but the money came from Vetrov.
“Our last chance,” according to Viktor, after he dragged us to his mansion and lined us up like schoolboys in his office. He didn’t even have to threaten us with words. I was well aware that those who blew their last chances with Vetrov ended up dumped in the Calder landfill.
It’s our final shot only because The Pistols had to go and fuck me on their third and final album.
‘Crash and Burn’ should have been a hit record and was supposed to be followed by a sold-out tour.
One, like Deviant Dreams, was financed by Vetrov.
With the understanding that he’d use it as a convenient way to get his product to his worldwide customers for Magic, and various other drugs on his, shall we say, menu.
No tour equalled no sales, and a bunch of very pissed-off international criminals. Then came the whole second attempt with Cohen, and we were even deeper in the shit. So, if my partners and I have to destroy The Pistols a second time to get out of this mess, then that’s exactly what I intend to do.