But, I thought about how I'd prefer to die. And after thinging about it. I'd like to die at a family gathering.
I know it seems like I'm an asshole to die infront of my family, but I want to be enjoying myself. I'd like to see faces I love, be around people I love. My family. I want them all to know that I love them, just before I kick the bucket. I think I'll jug back a whiskey right before I do it too.
How would you people prefer to die if you were going to.
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Anonymous2006-06-09 4:53
i want the shittiest of luck to happen to me. i want to die because of vengeance.
i want somebody i know, somebody i trust to kill my family and my girlfriend. and i want to go into a dark phase, becasue that fucker just moved his shit to mexico, trying to escape and shit. so i go to mexico, telling my other friend "don't expect me to come back.."
The scene is mexico, a dirty little village close to a stone city called GuanoJuato. the little village has no name, more like a colonia or something. my friend(who we'll name Mordechai) is currently residing there, much to the fear of the other inhabitants. He's looking at his living room floor. somebody's blood stains the rug. it wasn't his blood. he packs up on his motorcycle and heads out to a town called Culiacan.
Just over a short amount of time, Mordechai has developed a following that terrorizes the city nights. until i arrive, thisting for a passionate revenge. i fight my way though many of his underlings, slowly making my way to the top.
It's me and him now, and i've a huge gash across my stomach. my consciousness is fazing in and out. we have one final lunge, and i quickly pull out a small pocket knife which makes it to his jugular. i feel the warm blood trail down my hand. he looks at me. his eyes seek redemption.
i scowled and poked into it with my thumb. A horrific scream was emitted from him. white goo oozed over my thumb and trailed down my hand.
in a last fit of rage, we puts a gun against my cheeks and blows flesh away. my eyes must be wide with shock. i slump over and watch as he wriggles painfully to death. in last momenty of curiousity, i place my hand against the searing hot hole where my cheek used to be. slowly, i unstick the dead bastard and clean the pocketknife. hopefully i think, somebody will come.
and somebody did come. a clown to be exact. and he fucked me throught the hole in my cheek. the pain was so much that i die.