Why would you need assisted suicide when you have tall parking garages,pistols to the head,garages and running vehicles,pills and whiskey and a whole other hosts of ways to die?
And thats just to start.
If I ever get to the point where I can not eat, shit or do practically anything on my own with no possibility of recovery, I don't think I would mind a little help passing on.
My first wife got our retirement in the divorce. Shortly after that was 2008 and it's been near impossible to rebuild since.
When I get to where I can't function anymore if I run out of money I will rob a bank with a water pistol before I become a burden to my kids. 3 hots and a cott vs bankrupting them.
Easy decision
Same here. But rob drug dealers and use real guns.
1. I can't buy a gun.
2. Life in prison is better than dead.
Lots of criminals can't buy them either, but they manage too all the time. The problem with robbing drug dealers is that most of them are armed, even though they're prohibited persons. That would necessitate using body armor are pretty ruthless tactics.
Low-level dealers are pretty easy to find: Just pick up any woman you see standing on a street corner. You know the type, and they're easy to spot. They're not waiting for a bus or a friend, they're looking for someone to pick them up.
Most street whores are trying to make enough to buy another rock of crack cocaine, and they usually carry a small piece or two one them. That's because many men who pich up that type of woman, also smoke the shit themselves.
Street women always have one or more connections where they can cop more drugs, so it would be pretty easy to find out who their low-lever dealer is. It's all a matter of getting them to trust you, which would probably mean smoking some of the shit yourself.
A problem though, is that most street woman can't be trusted as far as I could throw this house. If you give them $100, they're going to disappear with your money. That's where you have to be careful.
Once you've been introduced to her supplier, you know where they live. It's just a matter of catching them off-guard some night and invading the place while heavily-armed. They might be reluctant to give up the next supplier up the ladder, but the judicious use of rope and sharp knives, would make them talk.
Of course, you couldn't leave any witnesses behind, so this is where it starts getting heavy. Once you acquire the names and address of the low-lever dealer's suppliers, you do the same thing. You'd probably have a 50/50 chance of either making a shitload of money, or getting your ass shot off.
But like they say, it's better to go out in a blaze of glory than to waste away in some hospital bed.
Disclaimer: The above is only a fictional "what if?" account. I do not condone the use of drugs or committing any illegal act.
