“It’s going to be alright man, you just have to roll with it,”

“You just don’t get it man, ever since that goddamn show ended…I don’t know, man…I just don’t know,” the heroin had taken effect, causing a warmth to grow inside. It was a welcome contrast to the bitter cold, which was ever present even within the so-called safety of the cabin.

“The crowd last night was just-”

“They fucking hated me!” tears had welled up in his eyes as the accumulated confusion of fifteen years began to spill out. “Goddamn cretins! ‘Do Screech!’ ’Where’s Mr. Belding?’ I can’t take it anymore man, I just can’t take it…”

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok. I tell you what, tomorrow, let’s just go out and enjoy the slopes. We’ll just have fun, no work. Stay off of that shit, it’s only making things worse. How does that sound?”

“That sounds great Dave…really good. You know what? Fuck it, cancel the show tonight, let’s go right now,”

“Dustin, we can’t-”

“Grab your gear man, this is gonna be great!”