You were a troublemaker. You were the troublemaker. You'd go around town causing trouble every step of the way. You'd steal, play pranks, get into fights, get drunk, party all night, anything and everything you could do. Today you had gotten into a fight at Buck's Bar with Dallas, you two didn't hate each other and had good and bad moments together. He couldn't help but think to himself; "Why doesn't feel so good but hurts so bad?" He knew he shouldn't think things like that but he had a weak spot for you and hated that he did. You two were chilling within the upstairs of the bar, he looked at you.

"I swear you're giving me a heart attack."

He complained, holding a cigarette in between his fingers.