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          "Oh Fuck," I yelled. "You gotta' be fucking kidding me. Don't shoot. Is it worth it to go to prison for me... I mean really?"
          "You are not gonna disrespect me now, are you mother Fucker?"
          "Does my soul count, because I can't really control who I make fun of there?"
          He cocked back the hammer on his gun, "You think this is a fucking joke?"
          "No, but I do have a feeling I know what the punch line is." I was standing there with my hands in the air, facing a man with a gun that not two minutes ago received a split lip due to me. Luck was officially out of this picture. Stan and Champ quickly saw what was happening and stayed by the car pretending to be talking on the phone.
          "Hey, Man, Look at those guys over there. They seem to be callin' someone. Want me to take care of it for ya?"
          "Sure, you guys go over there and make them leave, without phones. I'll finish up this piece of shit."
          "Well, I'll give you the determined Bad ass award. Just put the gun down. We can all walk away from this one and you can have the last laugh. What do you say?"
          "I told you I was gonna kill you, mother fucker. What did you expect?"
          I continued to back up ever so slowly. "Well, to be honest, a fist fight, maybe some broken bones, some shit like that but, lead to the head never really crossed my mind."
          "Well, get on your Fucking knees and tell me your last words."
          "This isn't a fucking movie and I bow to no man. If your gonna kill me stop toying around pull the trigger."
          He smiled, "I never expected those words. Goodbye." At just that second, the police turned the corner. Immediately, all of the gang members freeze. My friends weren't done bossing them around but they started to turn tail and run. The guy with the gun, however, was distracted momentarily. At that instant, I pushed his hand up in the air and kneed him in his balls. I was way past the man's code of honor here. This was do or die.
          He squeezed the trigger in the process. The gun went off and he hit the floor. I stepped on his hand and kicked the gun away from him. The police pulled up and had their weapons drawn. "Freeze, Get on the ground." We all did as the cops commanded except for the guys that were already almost gone.
          I had been used to the cops cuffing me on the ground and questioning me. Hell, I was even used to riding in the back seat, but today, I couldn't figure out why I was in that seat. I hadn't done anything wrong.
          "Hey, officers, Why am i heading to jail?"
          "Like you don't fucking know. We have a warrant out for your arrest, murderer."
          "What?!? That's preposterous!"

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          "Oh Fuck," I yelled. "You gotta' be fucking kidding me. Don't shoot. Is it worth it to go to prison for me... I mean really?"
          "You are not gonna disrespect me now, are you mother Fucker?"
          "Does my soul count, because I can't really control who I make fun of there?"
          He cocked back the hammer on his gun, "You think this is a fucking joke?"
          "No, but I do have a feeling I know what the punch line is." I was standing there with my hands in the air, facing a man with a gun that not two minutes ago received a split lip due to me. Luck was officially out of this picture. Stan and Champ quickly saw what was happening and stayed by the car pretending to be talking on the phone.
          "Hey, Man, Look at those guys over there. They seem to be callin' someone. Want me to take care of it for ya?"
          "Sure, you guys go over there and make them leave, without phones. I'll finish up this piece of shit."
          "Well, I'll give you the determined Bad ass award. Just put the gun down. We can all walk away from this one and you can have the last laugh. What do you say?"
          "I told you I was gonna kill you, mother fucker. What did you expect?"
          I continued to back up ever so slowly. "Well, to be honest, a fist fight, maybe some broken bones, some shit like that but, lead to the head never really crossed my mind."
          "Well, get on your Fucking knees and tell me your last words."
          "This isn't a fucking movie and I bow to no man. If your gonna kill me stop toying around pull the trigger."
          He smiled, "I never expected those words. Goodbye." At just that second, the police turned the corner. Immediately, all of the gang members freeze. My friends weren't done bossing them around but they started to turn tail and run. The guy with the gun, however, was distracted momentarily. At that instant, I pushed his hand up in the air and kneed him in his balls. I was way past the man's code of honor here. This was do or die.
          He squeezed the trigger in the process. The gun went off and he hit the floor. I stepped on his hand and kicked the gun away from him. The police pulled up and had their weapons drawn. "Freeze, Get on the ground." We all did as the cops commanded except for the guys that were already almost gone.
          I had been used to the cops cuffing me on the ground and questioning me. Hell, I was even used to riding in the back seat, but today, I couldn't figure out why I was in that seat. I hadn't done anything wrong.
          "Hey, officers, Why am i heading to jail?"
          "Like you don't fucking know. We have a warrant out for your arrest, murderer."
          "What?!? That's preposterous!"