1 Slopes

I am what you would call an Otaku. I don't go out of my way to show it because in my line of work you don't talk shop with your coworkers. now you must be wondering what type of work I do well I'm what your kiddos referred to as a drug mule. I've smuggled more bugger sugar across the border than the weight both my ex-wives have put on. Seriously they went from model figure to my five hundred pound life in two years after we got married then left my ass, sorry to say I decided then it's bachelor life for me.

Now here I am nearly 40 years old and what do I have to show for my life of crime? A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT HAHAHA.. drug running has been booming even after two marriages I still have a lot to show for it. Now you're wondering how I died well there I was not 200 meters from where I am supposed to drop off the package with the locals.

As I start to pull up in my black ford bronco 350 big block, I start to notice some of the locals are different and are way too jumpy, and I get a gut-dropping feeling that this is a setup. At this point, I rip the steering wheel and hit a U-turn as fast as my old gal will take me kicking up a mini dust storm. If I'm wrong then the worse they can do is cut my pay. The farther I get away the more I second guessing myself at least until I look back and there are four typical feds blacked-out SUVs hauling ass in my direction inching ever so close toward me. I hear the yelling "STOP THE VEHECIAL... PULL OVER.....YADA...YADA....YADA" same olé same olé. That's when I look over at the radio and crank it up while the music gets louder (City Wolf: Dead Man Walking).

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Kind of ominous oh well I made my bed I'm ready to lie in it, don't get me wrong I want to live but I'm not going to cling to life desperately I've made my peace. Even if I outran the police I'm still a dead man the people I work for will get to me eventually so let's say I get arrested ill "committee suicide or get stabbed 20-30 times by falling on a toothbrush".

I'm going out on my terms. Reaching in the back seat of my truck I get a brick of the good stuff tossing it in the passenger seat to grab my baby a shorty gas-operated 7.62x39mm of fury the AK-47U stubby no stock needed with 600 rds./min. Locked loaded ready to blow putting it on the dash for the world to see. Grabbing my pocket knife in one hand and the brick in the other slice it wide. Grabbing a hand full of "Chalk powder" slapping that shit in my face and breathing in like a drowning man. I swear I hear someone in the background yelling "YAHHH-YEEET" oh well.

At this point the SUVs have caught up the lead is bumping into me slightly making the truck buck forward. I grab the AK and slide it into my lap finger off the trigger no accidents here folks. I'm waiting and waiting for a pit here it comes '3....2.....NOW'. I make my move slamming on the brakes using my left elbow as a plate from the SUV bumps into the side of my truck. I let loose with my steel-tipped tumblers of death 'Aim small Miss small' aiming for the tires.

While I'm focused on the one SUV I don't notice the extra on my right it's too late and three officers rip my truck tires to pieces. A surprise, I jerk the wheel right pushing the truck off the road with the one on the left driver and passenger both focused on staying on the road thinking this is my chance to escape is smash the gas petal down not realizing I'm down too 2 tires on the left side I start to spin out of control rolling over and over half a dozen times. I slowly see darkness then nothing...…