It was only four o'clock in the morning and Todd still had another hour to kill. So, he drove past the dope dealers again. There was only two of them out now. He stopped at the stop sign and one said "what you need, mang?"
   Todd took off without saying a word. As he did, he heard the other one say "that's that old mother fucker ...."
   Todd quickly turned before they could see his license plates. He drove two blocks away and parked. He walked back to them and they were still there.
   He palmed his knife and walked up to them and said "get the fuck off of my corner. I don't want no fucking dope dealers around here."
   "Hey, fuck you!" One said as he stepped toward Todd.
   His buddy tried to stop him "look out Shorty, that mother fucker is dangerous!"
   Shorty responded "he don't look like shit to me." But he pulled out a knife anyway and quickly rushed toward Todd. Todd stepped in quickly and stabbed him in the stomach at the same time he stabbed Todd in the vest. His knife bounced off Todd, but Todds knife sank deep. He desperately tried to stick Todd again, but his knife swung at air, as he fell.
   Just then, his compadre jumped on Todds back. Todd flipped him over and slammed him on the ground, right on top of his friend. Todd put a knife to his throat "give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you."
   "Fuck you" was all he said. And with that, Todd sliced his throat.
   Todd reached over to the other guy who was gushing blood out of his stomach too, but possibly still alive and stabbed him in the back of his neck and ripped downward, to be sure.
   Todd walked away, but not toward his car. He was mad now. He put his hand in his pocket, still holding the bloody knife. Those two pissed him off. This whole neighborhood pissed him off. Dope dealers in general, pissed him off. He wanted some more.
   He stomped down the block looking for trouble. Two blocks away, he found it. Three guys standing on the corner, passing a package into a car and receiving money in return. The customer took off before Todd walked up.
   "Get the fuck off this corner! I am sick and tired of fucking dope dealers!" Todd said as he stomped toward one of them, with a cane in one hand and the other in his pocket, holding a knife. He was so mad that he thought they would run. But, much to Todds surprise, instead of backing off, one jumped forward and threw a drop kick at Todd, hitting him square in the chest.
   Todd fell on the ground and all three gathered around to start kicking him. He landed on his left arm, which made it difficult to pull out his knife. The biggest one jumped on Todd, pinning him on the ground. He must have weighed two-fifty and Todd couldn't move.
   "Where do you get off telling us who can sell out here." The big man said, as he squeezed Todds throat with both hands. "We own this fucking block. Do you hear me?"
   Just then another one spoke. "Hold that mother fucker, I want to fuck him up." And he stepped around the big guy and kicked Todd in the side off the head. His foot glanced off Todds helmet, but it still hurt. He kicked him again and again. Then the wig came off.
   "He's got a fucking helmet on." The big guy said as he ripped it off. "And a fake beard." He ripped the beard off too. "Who the fuck are you?"
   Just then, the third man, who was tall and skinny, bent down and put a knife to Todds throat. "He said, who the fuck are you? And why the disguise?"
   "Maybe he's a cop" said the guy who kicked him. "Fuck it. I say we kill him anyway."
   The knife was pressing hard against Todds throat, just above the bullet-proof vest and Todd was still struggling to get his knife out. The big guy punched Todd in the face again and for a second, the knife was off his throat. At that instant, Todd got his knife hand free and stabbed the big guy in the thigh. He jumped up and screamed "aaah! He's got a fucking knife."
   Todd was struggling to get to his feet, when he felt a knife stab the back of his vest, saved again by the vest. He turned and lunged toward the guy with the knife and was kicked in the back. Todd stumbled forward, knife-point first and fell on top of the guy with the knife. Hoping he could take whatever happens to his back, he only paid attention to the guy he was falling on.    Todd stabbed him in the gut as he fell. He felt the knife hit the vest again, this time on his side. And he ripped his knife sideways, ripping the skin wide open, killing him.