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Easy. Tell the cops you remember everything (even if you don't). Since the landlord said he saw you tried to stop him (or something) that should go over easily. Tell the police he had a motive, he stole your money, you were kicking him out, your dick is longer, whatever. Plus your testimony that it WAS him, plus the other proof, get him charged with attempted murder and let him go to jail. No violence involved, and the fucker gets what he deserves. All you gotta do is think about it for a while and make sure your story sticks. If you saw him + all other evidence, then he should be going away easily. Plus he'll most likely confess anyway.
If that doesn't work, kill him.
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I don't know, if it would have happened to me, I don't think I'd have what it takes to kill him, but what the fuck, what if, let's say, a very dear friend of mine, or family would have walked in while he was bashing your head in? Would he have hurt someone I love? Probably.
He should be going to jail for what he did. Make that happen. If you can't, then it's probably best to forgive and forget. But I gotta admit, I think it takes a bigger man than me to do that.
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If I were you, I'd probably spend the next 6 months plotting my revenge.
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Send it in for the fiction contest!
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I'd try to go the legal route. If that doesn't work, I'd try my best to just move on. I don't know if I'd be able to let something like that just drop entirely though...
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2 things wrong with that, Cubedin. The cop that was assigned to my case won't even come to my house to pick up my alphadavid (report saying what I do know happened). Which is what is saving him from arrest, because its paperwork, and then that cop would really have to do a lot of paperwork if they didn't arrest him. Second thing, my short term memory is completely shot, everyday I'm remembering something new in detail about myself, I couldn't lie if I wanted to (trust me I already thought of it).
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Navana, posted pics of me dead in the hospital just for ignorant assfucks like yourself.
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Of course I meet a story like this with appropriate skepticism, but might as well respond as though it is the truth.
Every man encounters a turning point in his life. This is yours. Your thug life has caught up with you, and this is your chance to start clean. Don't dive back into the gutter by responding with violence. Now's your chance to transcend the shittiness you've involved yourself in. You're lucky to be alive.
Start anew.
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if one more person says this shit is fake even after i took the time to post pics i swear to god ima flip my shit
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I thought Jesus wrote this thread when i read the title. Sucks to be you.
Edit: What did you experience while you were dead? (talking about bright lights, things like that, afterlife stuff)
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Personally i would just hire 2 thugs and beat the living shit out of him... get a solid alibi with someone you trust and go break his legs, arms and ribs and send him to to hospital for a couple of months... he will never forget you in his life.
If he is evil enough that you know he could retaliate or get you killed after he recovers then i wouldnt give him a chance to do so and i would kill him, probably holding him down with the thugs and giving him a letal overdose of dope.
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Aizen don't get it the wrong way. Whenever someone posts a real fact it's only normal for most of them to question the credibility of the story. I mean after all this is a forum.
I'm sorry for what has happened to you. I have one question though. If you've known him for several months before this incident had happened to you, didn't you know what he was capable of? Couldn't you tell that he was fucked up? I'm just wondering.
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Nah, he's a really good actor. I'm usually a good judge of people, maybe it was because he's from the same neighborhood as me is the only way I could see it in him, and when I saw him fight when we used to fight together he wouldn't do any savage shit, just win and take his money. So with all of my experience with him he hadn't really done anything severe, like... he stole a pillow once? :/
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im completely speechless...
why dont u sit down with cops that will listen and try to get justice out of this?
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because cops in Miami are about as good as scooping up dog shit, it would rot naturally, its just nicer to pick up the shit. I also live in THE inner city that promotes the highest crime rates outside of Compton and Queens. So the officers around here don't give a flying fuck, they're just trying to make a living selling the drugs they stole.
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If someone tries to kill you, you kill him right back.
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do same thing to him nobody would care about him that scum.
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Wow, crazy story... And as much as I want to say stomp that motherfucker; I can understand that you are filled with hate and rage and want to take revenge on him/his family. But don't do it. You will only regret it later on in your life if you do something stupid and hasty now.
Your first priority now should be your health! Let the cops do their job and do everything you can to help them get this $""&/$) behind bars.
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From a revenge stand point... Kill him. But that is highly illogical. You didn't die. But killing him, would only damn yourself to a life time in jail. That's really your call.
From a optimistic stand point... Move on, you didn't die. Look at that as a gift.
Now if I was in your position. I would probably be stuck between those two. So I'd probably have no choice but to round up a posse and totally whoop his ass till there is no tomorrow. Make him leave town. Then you can live happily ever after. Unless of course he comes back and finishes the job of killing you.
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Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Miami born and raised
In the cafe where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all playing some starcraft outside of the school
When a homeless guy who was up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "you're moving with your aunt and uncle in Bel-Air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, home smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
(Bolded changes to fit current story)
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