a young man of african descent named calvin died a quick, hard death last tuesday evening on the edge of an oily puddle in the parking lot behind the grubby shopping center, just in view of the late summer sun setting through the concertina-wired fence.

in the moments immediately preceding the termination of his existance as a cognizant being, his brain had made a snap risk-benefit judgement regarding the potential facility of robbing a skinny young man of european descent of whatever valuable items he may have had on him.

as the paths of the two men happened to bring each other into proximity with each other behind the shopping center, the various life experiences that each had had fed into a fantastically complicated frenzy of chemical activity in their respective brains, cellular components forming, changing, reforming protein strings and the things of memory, the mental processes of both living entities dynamically responding to the actions observed in the other.

among the various variables sized up inside calvin's hippocampus were the possible amounts of commonly carried goods of value like money and drugs the other man might be carrying on his person, the brands of the articles of clothing he was wearing and the way he wore them, his genetic phenotype, his facial expression and body language, and the strength and inherent potential to physically overwhelm himself that the man had. It was poor judgement in regard to the last of these that most directly ended up leading to calvin's downfall and death.
the level of risk calvin supposed the man and the other immediate circumstances surrounding himself posed to him were so low, and the analysis of the potential reward for assaulting and robbing the other man so high, that he acted on an intent to coerce the other man through the implied threat of physical violence to give him whatever articles of value he was carrying.

the man who calvin intended to rob performed a risk-benefit analysis of his own, and the neural maze that was his mind decided after an infinitessimal instance of impossibly complex biochemical
"thought"
that the best course of action to take would be to lay hold of the tool fastened conveniently to his side and jab it into exposed fleshy portions of calvin's body in an effort to keep himself from being harmed and to stay in possession of the items in his immediate control. the timeless struggle of the strong and the weak.

the tool was a simple knife made of a single piece of fine steel, ground and filed to a thin edge, with a synthetic plastic handle moulded permanently on. stiff and sharp-edged, it fit neatly in calvin's killer's right hand and made a perfect extension of the man's right arm, which duly acted upon a signal shot down it through an electric channel of nerve and provided
a sufficient force at an appropriate vector to drive the spike into calvin's neck, lacerating dermal tissue, muscle, lymph channels, nerves, and calvin's carotid artery and jugular vein.

during a short struggle, the man was able to pull the knife from underneath his fabric pants, analyze the position of calvin's body in relation to his own in a crucial instance of time and deftly slip the warm steely sliver into calvin's unprotected throat, pulling it back out at such an angle as to provide a path of minimal resistance to the blood coursing in and out of calvin's stunned brain.

calvin gurgled, cursed, and immediately ceased his struggle upon receiving the ghastly injury, clutching at himself with his hands and trying in vain to pin the wound closed and slow the escape of his vital fluids. he fell to his knees at the side of the dirty puddle, adding the liquid portion of his own body to the groundwater, and gradually came to a crushing acceptance of the inevitable.

pathetically mumbling curses about his lot as he watched the sun set, he thought of how his actions up to that point had led to him being in the current situation he was in, and he had a revelation as his body went numb and prickly, his vision fluctuated and blurred around the edges, and the rushing, increasingly loud tone of death and the universe played into his mind bypassing his ears and even the point in time-space he found himself.

the place was familiar- he realized that it could never have been any other way. that it had always been like this.
he wondered what happened next>_

i have been thinking about sumthing similair wat u wrote here for a wile. i have to say, it took a lot of skill to make a subject that could be so boring into sumthing that was actually interesting to read. :D ending is especially powerful, its as if to say that the trashy black man was going to die this way all along and he knew it but didnt accept it until his last breaths.:eek: