How do you think you'll die?

[guest]

In 10 years I'll have no wife, girlfriend, or kids, or even really any friends (and who needs friends), and I'll probably just slowly drink myself to death. I say 10 years because I'll at least try to find something to live for until then. Reading some posts here I don't think I'm alone with that. Artie, comment?

 

[Smeckler's Powder]

Anal warts

 

[ThePepsiColaRapist]

Like everyone else on this forum, I will be gunned down by Niki.

 

[Cuphead]

Hopefully old in my sleep. I'd rather not know it's coming to be honest

 

[Meownaw]

Something gay most likely

 

[Riccardo Bosi]

I'm making it to Armageddon, this nigga don't give a fawk

 

[Mitch Weaver]

Heart attack while doing blow, John Entwistle style.

 

[Brenton Torrent]

Eventually, after another fruitless night of prowling the streets, I'll get caught taking creep shots by a black prostitute and she'll sucker punch me right in my hateful, acne ridden face. I'll survive the first blow and stagger back to my feet, where a group of concerned young black gentleman have gathered around. In a daze, I'll shout unconvincingly, "back of guys, this isn't your show", before the fellas descend and beat me mercilessly in self defense. My petrified cries of help will go unnoticed, as will my desperate plea that I'm a renowned photographer of scaffolding and that the African lady of the night had accidentally moved into my shot. The last thing I'll hear as I leave this life, will be the sound of one of my attackers saying, "yo, this nigga's wearing his momma's shoes".

 

[Riccardo Bosi]

Eventually, after another fruitless night of prowling the streets, I'll get caught taking creep shots by a black prostitute and she'll sucker punch me right in my hateful, acne ridden face. I'll survive the first blow and stagger back to my feet, where a group of concerned young black gentleman have gathered around. In a daze, I'll shout unconvincingly, "back of guys, this isn't your show", before the fellas descend and beat me mercilessly in self defense. My petrified cries of help will go unnoticed, as will my desperate plea that I'm a renowned photographer of scaffolding and that the African lady of the night had accidentally moved into my shot. The last thing I'll hear as I leave this life, will be the sound of one of my attackers saying, "yo, this nigga's wearing his momma's shoes".

Oh that sounds like Nana in a parallel universe!

 

[Zombie247]

In my late 80s. On a rainy day. So I've been told.

 

[UnPRePared]

Best case? With my love, and my friends, at my side as I breathe my last breath, hopefully as painlessly as possible.

Worst case? I'm stabbed to death with a potato peeler by an AIDS-ridden Joe Cumia whom, with nothing left to live for, took his last allowance money from Nana to buy a ticket to Poland and a ticket to my show (with a stop over at Stonewall in between, of course) to gain his revenge over my questioning of his guitar skills.

If the last thing I hear as the life fades from me, is a bloodlusting SAMCRO whispering "Moo" in my ear with the conviction of a Schwarzenegger one-liner, I'll have to give him the win just for committing to the bit.

 

[NortheastPhilly]

I have a feeling that just as soon as things in life start really going my way, Im gonna get stage 4 cancer. Just seems to be the trend so far

 

[guest]

I don’t know but everyday i wake up and live like an RPG simulator, like one of those life path decider games
-wake up—eggs and bacy—make some money—smoke some weed-lets fuck a pro or a tinder slut- read some philosphy? Nah fuck that just get drunk and play mid stakes poker online or at the casino- repeat

Something eventful has to happen eventually, i really just want kids and my life will be set, feeling like camus in the stranger, maybe ill go out like kit in badlands or have a heart attack in 15 years and be forgotten like everyone else for the rest of time.

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[aRTie02150]

It's a tough one man.

I hope to be a victim of a mass shooting just so I don't need to off myself. Since leaving Boston a few years ago, 2 of my friends have been shot in killed in separate incidents involving drugs and gang nonsense. Honestly part of me wishes I was with them as it happened so I can go out too, but unfortunately I moved away and missed it.

But knowing me and my insane immune system along with antisocial attributes I'll probably end up dying at 100 years old in my sleep.

 

[ShutYourCakeHorn]

Something gay most likely

 

[guest]

I don’t know but everyday i wake up and live like an RPG simulator, like one of those life path decider games
-wake up—eggs and bacy—make some money—smoke some weed-lets fuck a pro or a tinder slut- read some philosphy? Nah fuck that just get drunk and play mid stakes poker online or at the casino- repeat

Something eventful has to happen eventually, i really just want kids and my life will be set, feeling like camus in the stranger, maybe ill go out like kit in badlands or have a heart attack in 15 years and be forgotten like everyone else for the rest of time.

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[guest]

I want to die while laying in the arms of someone i love. Hah gaaay!

 

[SoloJoeAcousticShow]

Hopefully not alone. Not because I'm scared of death but I want to influence someone's life as much as it did for me seeing someone pass in front of me.

Uuuuh I mean with a dick in my ass, am I right guys?

 

[Upton Baby Sinclair]

Flying too close to the sun.

 

[Feltch My Ass]

car wreck