"Hey freak," you yell at the big guy as you equip an M-16 assault rifle, "Forget nickels, have some lead instead!"
You pull the trigger on your automatic weapon, emptying the 30-round magazine of lead projectiles into Bobby & his group of hangers-on, leaving a gooey crimson mess all over the sidewalk.
"Keep the change, you filthy animals!" you exclaim amidst the screaming bystanders. You decide to continue to school as if nothing had happened, when suddenly, a passing police car turns on its flashing lights & stops right by you. A police officer exits the vehicle, draws his pistol & points it at you.
"Drop your weapon & put your hands on your head NOW!!" orders the officer. Not wanting any trouble from this authority figure, you do as he says. The officer walks towards you with his weapon drawn, handcuffs you & seats you in the back of the car. Once you're all buckled up, he drives you to the local police station for processing & incarceration. Unfortunately, your mom can't afford bail, so you're locked in your dank, cramped cell until your trial.
At your trial, you have been appointed a public defender in accordance with US law. However, despite his valiant efforts, this is not My Cousin Vinny. The judge finds you guilty of second-degree murder, illegal possession of an automatic weapon and unlawful discharge of a firearm, all of which is punishable by life in prison.
In prison, you are subject to regular beatings and rape by other prisoners, being used and abused to serve like hell until one day, you were found hung dead in the cell. It was plain to see that your life was lost, you were cold and your body swung back and forth, but now your eyes sing the sad, sad song of how you lived so fast and died so young.
|You Are Dead|