Your buddy Tobe Hatcheck agrees to get some beer if you buy him a six pack to and ride along. O k. You drive over to his place. He lives in the white ghetto area. That is what ends things for you. A random drive by. The bullet passes through the front window of a house then the back window then into your face. You die convulsing as your car goes off the road. It hits a little white child who is playing in his front yard, you bastard.
The End