137 Shots

137 Shots

My car backfires and now I have 60 cruisers on my ass. I'm unarmed and haven't pulled any type of trigger.The trigger actually was pulled by being Black.Looking in the rear view, I must now come to the realization that I'm going to die.Now things start racing through my mind. Who am I going to miss,things I didn't get to do,places I didn't get to see.I trip into slow motion as bullets are whizzing  by my head.Thumps in my heart echo loud in time with the slo mo.I'm hit and now my thoughts turn into anger;as I'm hit again,rage.This is war and I need to be in an armored vehicle outfitted with a 50 Cal and 240 machine-guns.I call in air support and I get pulled up and out. I'm out of my body,suspended over my car observing. I see this crazy cop on the hood of my car.He's changing clips and pumping more bullets into my body.He continues to fire even though I began to slip after the first five bullets hit me from his first clip. As I look down I see blood and my gun riddeled body.I'm floating towards a very bright light.I must be going to heaven.I know these guys are going to receive a not guilty verdict on all counts.Not guilty as I move to my next dimension and I'm at peace because I know they are going straight to hell.