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I go around doing shit in life. Just livin my life. Minding my own business. Then I run into a CUNT. A DUMB FAT FUCKING CUNT. But if I walk up and beat her into pulp IM THE ASSHOLE. No, I’m supposed to swallow my anger and hatred and lose a day off my life because I can’t KILL HER. Fuck you BITCH

I go around doing shit in life. Just livin my life. Minding my own business. Then I run into a CUNT. A DUMB FAT FUCKING CUNT. But if I walk up and beat her into pulp IM THE ASSHOLE. No, I’m supposed to swallow my anger and hatred and lose a day off my life because I can’t KILL HER. Fuck you BITCH

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Belief in karma or some kind of cosmic justice is the only thing that makes sense out of this world. If killing people were allowed, then someone would have killed you a long time ago. You should only teach lessons to people who want to learn.

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Nobody would kill me becauze I’m awesome and I’m better than everyone else

The next day, Hickok was playing poker again. He usually sat with his back to a wall so he could see the entrance, but the only seat available when he joined the game was a chair facing away from the door. He twice asked another man at the table, Charles Rich, to change seats with him, but Rich refused.[56] McCall then entered the saloon, walked up behind Hickok, drew his Colt Model 1873 Single Action Army .45-caliber revolver, and shouted, "Damn you! Take that!" before shooting Hickok in the back of the head at point-blank range.[57]

Hickok died instantly. The bullet emerged through his right cheek and struck another player, riverboat Captain William Massie, in the left wrist.[58][59] Hickok may have told his friend Charlie Utter and others who were traveling with them that he thought he would be killed while in Deadwood.