inish me off right now. Besides, I could have met my fate a number of other ways for that matter. I could've stumbled out into the street and gotten run over by a car or something. Or I could've been in an accident or been killed by a stray bullet or I could've been hit by lightening or anything like that. So why would this be any different?" "Right, now that's what I'm talking about!" "Ain't nobody gonna do nothing around here!" interjected Rick, starting to get really pissed with Net for his dogged, single minded pursuit."No, let him, I'm ready to die. In a way, that's why I got drunk. I thought that by getting drunk that I'd find death somehow, someway, and I would never know about it. I'd just be another stat in the papers, and probably on the last page at that. 'Old man, found on the street, dead of multiple stab wounds,' or 'Old man, wandering about in a drunken stupor, was run over and killed on Broadway Street somewhere.' That's what the headline would read like. In this case, it would read, 'Old man, found dead on the street of gunshot wounds. The motive, robbery.' So, go ahead, let it come true. I'm ready for it. I'm ready to die. This LIFE just isn't worth living anymore. Maybe I'll find my peace in the next life, if there is one. If not, at least it'll spare me having to live through 'this', and seeing anymore of 'this.' So go ahead, take your best shot. But let it be good, I wouldn't want to be a vegetable in some hospital somewhere, with people having to take care of my sorry ass and burdening my family. So let your shot be true and to the mark, and be done with me.""Give me the gun, Rick, man, this dude's seen his last day!" "I ain't givin' you nothing! And you ain't doing nothing, you hear me! And you know what, I'm getting sick and tired of your bull crap, Net! The old man's right. What the heck did he ever do to you, huh? Not a damn thing, so back off before I go off on your ass myself!" Net, a little stunned at Rick's...
