01.24.07
I’m dead.
I finally got smoked this morning. I was walking past my bus stop to grab a morning drink from the corner store. I was already bored with the game and had gotten real lax in my activities, hoping it would draw out my assassin and give me some excitement. I didn’t even bother to check or look out for anyone, and as I passed him and the bus stop, he pulled out a small pistol and hit me in the left shoulder 2 or 3 times. My first thought was, “wtf is this guy doing?” when he moved suddenly. Then the sound of the gun registered in my head. “But this is a bus stop! ahh the hell with it, I’m done, good job.” We chatted for a few. Apparently he found my friendster, then my flickr, then