Originally Posted by
OliX
Empathy and strong imagination. I was in the moment in his place in my mind and it was just sad sad sad. Tragic. That guy deserved it big time but I just couldn't deal with my emotions.
I probably shouldn't have said that here. Moment of weakness when you open up for no reason. Good thing is that it was long ago and in a banana country where no connections can't be made to me. So I shouldn't care much about it.
I remember when a junkie pierced my chest with a knife... centimeters from the heart, thank genetics for my fat ribs. I still got that reminder scar. To cut the story short he thought he would avoid paying back his debts by killing me. What's worst of all that it wasn't any big money at all.
Knocked him out with my head, patched my self Rambo style and called my guys in. His lesson was my crazy idea. Tight his arms and legs with rope, lower him from the bridge just enough so his head is in the water. That way he had to work out in order to breath. Since we left that place, no one never heard from him.
Don't even know if he survived and escaped the town, or died... nobody ever mentioned that he died, neither police ever questioned me or my buddies. It was a nice camp fire tale for years, and a nice warning about what I was getting my self into.
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