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Clint’s world changed forever. It was November 12th, 1998 and on a Friday night, he had no place to go or friends within the world hangout. Two hours ago he got off his dead-end supermarket job, and he dealt with the disappointment that the world is successful, but not him. Daily base customers come to get their groceries and load them in their luxury vehicles. What sick Clint dealing with arrogant customers who act like snobs, that they are better than everyone. Of course, he believes 90% of other arrogant bastards are Caucasian customers and he believes the white attitudes towards others are better than everyone else. They think those who are rich or white are less than cockroaches for them to step on.

Clint Helsinki is Caucasian early twenties and is unhappy that he isn’t a full blood national and he’s frustrated that he’d mixed with different nationals. He has strong hateful feelings towards Caucasian culture because of some white harass and racist against non-white people. less racist than white people. What Clint feels strongly against to the point of hating them is that he holds his father’s beliefs respecting other nations’ differences. Clint’s father respects African American culture, but his father grew up around African American culture and was special during segregation was high in America.

He grows up in an extremely dysfunctional family where violence and extreme discipline are without love. His parents were more irresponsible and self-centered people, which they left to abandon him within the drug and crime-infested neighborhood.

Clint goes buy a large bottle of Whiskey for his comfort. It’s a Friday night at the neighborhood Mini Mart store. He lives across the street. The store within his rundown studio apartment. He spends his lonely Friday night alone because he doesn’t have any close friends or family connections in his life. After the mini-mart clerk finishes ringing up his liquor purchase and bags his two bottles of Whiskey. Before the clerk hands the bag to Clint.

He wasn’t aware that a black lowrider Cadillac Fleetwood four-door car pulled up to the front door of the mini-mart store. When Clint steps out of the mini-mart, he is surprised to be confronted by mask men.

One gunman is wearing a Navy blue local college sweatshirt and black baggy pants. The gunman pointed at the .357 magnum revolver into Clint’s face.

“The gunman asked Clint angry “ Hey Gringo!! Are you going to make a fucking problem with us? Are you gringo ??” As he grabs Clint’s jacket violently.

While Clint looks down the barrel of the revolver and he sees it loaded. He sees within the right corner of his eye as two more gunmen rush into the mini-mart. They hold up the cashier behind the counter. While his heart beats fast in his ear within terror and he plays fearlessly on his face. He thinks:” Don’t show any fear! Because if I show weakness towards them and they are like wolves. If I’m going to die tonight and then it’s better to die breed like a fucking man!”

Clint answers,” I was going home at this moment, buddy!”

The first gunman orders Clint,” No, fucking gringo! You going to take a fucking ride with us! If you know what’s fucking good for you!!”

Clint hears the second gunman shouting angrily,” Open the fucking cash register….and give us the fucking money….NOW!! try nothing fucking funny!!….BITCH!!”

He hears the cashier whining and crying in panic. What sickened Clint because he doesn’t have a heart for hearing women crying?

The third gunman forced him within the backseat of the Cadillac. The third gunman sat along Clint’s right and the car stereo playing Hispanic music, while the driver was wearing a mask and he looked in the rearview mirror at Clint.

The gunman threatens,” You’re going to take us to your bank ATM! You going to give all your fucking money to us or we are going to kill you, gringo!!”

Clint responds angrily,” I don’t have any fucking money! Because I work within a fucking dead end supermarket job.!!! They don’t pay me enough money to survive!! SO… If you’re going to kill me, then kill me! If fucking not, then let me the fuck go!!” At that moment he opens one of his bottles of whiskey. He takes a big gulf. He can feel the strong taste of alcohol hit him at first, make her cringe, but excited afterward.

The driver asked the third gunman angrily in Spanish,” Why the hell did you decide to kidnap this crazy gringo for? It’s better off that you let him walk home. Then kidnap him!”

The third gunman tells the driver,” I thought we could get some money off of him.”

The driver responds,” Audrey! Look at him!! Does he look like he has any fucking money on him!!! You just kidnap a gringo who works at a fucking minimum Job…. ESPECIALLY A FUCKING GROCERY STORE!!”

The third gunman tells the driver angrily,” Don’t say my fucking name in front of the fucking gringo!!”

The driver tells the first gunman,” Fucking relaxes! The gringo seems he doesn’t understand Spanish.”

Clint takes a second drink to calm his nerves and while his heart beats fast within his chest in his terror. Because he is held hostage, and he isn’t sure if he is going to see the next day.

While he thinks about:’ What is his concern or worry about the next day for? Because he has no one concerned about his welfare and the next Monday, he is going back to the same dead-end job, anyway. He doesn’t have a bright future for himself, anyway. His bank account again is overdrawn, and he isn’t sure if he has enough money this month to cover rent?

He sees the other two gunmen run out of the mini-mart and they climb back in the car. The driver drives away fast from the mini-mart store.

The gunman sitting in the shotgun seat turns around for a moment stares at Clint. He asked the driver in Spanish,” What’s the fuck is with the gringo?”

The driver tells the second gunman in Spanish,” Audrey, kidnap the gringo! He’s hoping the gringo can give us all his money at his bank’s ATM? But I believe the gringo is broke like us. He works at a minimum job.”

The gunman looks over his left shoulder again at Clint. While Clint takes a third of Whiskey and he stares ahead.

The second gunman asked the driver in Spanish,” So What do with the gringo now?”

The driver for a second looks in the rearview mirror and he sees the gringo drink some more of his bottle. He responds,” What’s fucking weird about the gringo is he doesn’t seem scared. Because most gringos, if you kidnap them at gunpoint, they would normally be terrified or fucking scared! But no, this fucking gringo!! Since Audrey brought him within this car and he should decide to go with the gringo.”

The second gunman turns around and points his pistol at Clint. He orders Clint in English,” Gringo! You going to take us to your fucking bank’s ATM. You’re going to give us whatever you have within your bank account or we’re going to… KILL YOU GRINGO! What do you think of that?”

Clint tells him,” My bank account is fucking overdrawn and I don’t know how I’m going to cover this next month’s rent! So you gotta kill me and then kill me. If fucking not and then have a fucking drink and calm fuck down!!” As he offers his bottle of Whiskey to the second gunman.

The driver burst out laughing, “ The gringo is fucking crazy!!”

The second gunman seemed confused, and he turned back and sat forward. Clint gets a tag on his left side and the third gunman asks Clint in English,” Hey amigo! Pass the bottle my way?” As he holds his right hand.

Clint stares at the third gunman at his left and quietly hands open a bottle of Whiskey for a moment before giving it to the third gunman. The third gunman takes a gulp and then hands it back to Clint.

The third gunman responds,” Gracias, Amigo.”

Clint gulps the same bottle, and he stares ahead. He got tagged by the first gunman on his right. He asked in English,” What about me, Amigo?”

Clint passes the bottle to the first gunman, and he glares to his right, and the first gunman has put the gun away. It was quiet in the car beside Hispanic music playing on the car stereo. A few gunmen sang along with Hispanic music and while Clint didn’t understand or speak the language. They continue to pass the bottle and take drinks and while Clint didn’t know where they were going?

The driver drives to a vehicle within an abandoned location of the city. The vehicle parked in their getaway from the arm robbery job? The vehicle is a red four-door 1998 Pontiac Grand Prix. Everyone climbs out of the Cadillac and Clint watches three guys pop the trunk of the Pontiac Grand Prix and take out gasoline cans from the trunk. They soak down the Cadillac that they used within the arm robbery crime and then set the vehicle on fire. The gunman is holding a plastic bag of cash from the robs at a mini-mart store, and he comes up to Clint.

The Bagman asked Clint in English,” Hey Amigo! You want to go to a party?”

Clint answers,” Yes, of course. My name is Clint.”

The bagman responded,” My name is Audrey. What the fuck is wrong with you, Clint? Because normal Americans are in your...