Im going to die from an act of vengence.
Ok, so me and this guy bumped into each other in a back alley in Brooklyn. He comes up to me asking if i want to buy drugs, and i tell him "no". He keeps pestering me until i told him to "shut the hell up, and get lost". So this guy pretends to turn and walk away, but no, he turned around and came after me.
So he pulls a knife on me and tells me to give him my wallet. Im thinkin' "hell no, i just got my paycheck". So i twist the guys arm and break it in one blow. He keeps fighting and stabs me once, but it was just a graze. I figure the only way i can et him to stop is if i end his life.
I took his knife from his other hand, and turned it on him. Stabbed in the heart. He was dead. But my story isnt over.
Little did i know, his little brother, age 8 was watching the whole thing.
12 years later i return to the same alley to visit my sick and dying grandmother. I was approached by a man with a knife, who looked very familiar. I asked "what do you want with me"
He said "you killed my brother here 12 years ago, now i have to do the same to you."
Thats when i knew i had to let it go. i let him stab me to death.
I probably would have fought him off and lived, but my buddy was standing by filming the whole thing so I'm tryin to get on Dateline for a Tale of Vengence.
thats how i would die