Muzzle to back of the neck

Just one 24 between the three of us. To the grave yard we go. If it isn’t Bob drinking in the grave yard too. Beers are gone. Bob wants to joyride. He knows of a truck. Four of us in a haft ton truck heading out of town, late at night. 45 minutes later we Napanee police pull us over on the 401. I’m not sure what they did with the driver and the other two, but me, I got spread out across the hood with the muzzle of a service revolver forced into the base of my skull. Cold hard steal, millimeters from instant death. Suicide by cop.
Naa, this was too much fun.