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There is a gun in your hand. It's pointed at his temple. He's kneeling on the floor, pleading for mercy. You look at the ugly gray carpet below you. It's the cheap kind, hard and uncomfortable, the kind they use in hospital waiting rooms and apartment buildings like this one. If you pull the trigger, you will put his brains on the carpet. It occurs to you that you don't even know what brains look like. Do they look like they do in the horror movies? One flinch of your right index finger and you will find out.
His mother is screaming. Don't kill my baby; don't kill my baby. You tell her to shut up. She sits down on the couch and starts quietly sobbing. The t.v. is on. BET is on. 50 Cent took 9 bullets and lived. If you pull the trigger, this guy won't survive one. It's hot. You're starting to sweat. A single drop slides down your forehead, stinging your eyes. He's getting angry. SHOOT ME IF YOU'RE GONNA SHOOT ME! You tell him to shut up. SHUT UP! Lemme think. Time seems like it's stopped. Just crying and the heat.
You need to make a decision. Shoot this guy now or get the hell out of here. It wasn't supposed to go down like this. Just run him down and snatch his chain. Easy. But he was faster than you thought and here you are. Sitting in this hot apartment starring down at his head and the carpet.
Kill him, and it's three strikes. Nothing but an overworked public defender between you and life in prison. Let him go, and he'll be back. He'll be back with a gun and his crew. Every time you see a car with tints rolling slowly down the block, you're going to wonder, "Are they coming for me?" There's no going back from this moment. You just changed your life for good. Now it's time to make a choice. You close your eyes and...
You finish the story. What would you do?
His mother is screaming. Don't kill my baby; don't kill my baby. You tell her to shut up. She sits down on the couch and starts quietly sobbing. The t.v. is on. BET is on. 50 Cent took 9 bullets and lived. If you pull the trigger, this guy won't survive one. It's hot. You're starting to sweat. A single drop slides down your forehead, stinging your eyes. He's getting angry. SHOOT ME IF YOU'RE GONNA SHOOT ME! You tell him to shut up. SHUT UP! Lemme think. Time seems like it's stopped. Just crying and the heat.
You need to make a decision. Shoot this guy now or get the hell out of here. It wasn't supposed to go down like this. Just run him down and snatch his chain. Easy. But he was faster than you thought and here you are. Sitting in this hot apartment starring down at his head and the carpet.
Kill him, and it's three strikes. Nothing but an overworked public defender between you and life in prison. Let him go, and he'll be back. He'll be back with a gun and his crew. Every time you see a car with tints rolling slowly down the block, you're going to wonder, "Are they coming for me?" There's no going back from this moment. You just changed your life for good. Now it's time to make a choice. You close your eyes and...
You finish the story. What would you do?