Short story of the day

As I lay dying                                          
François Marceau (05-05-2016)


John was lying in a back alley there was blood coming out of his mouth and his stomach. It was raining outside. A soothing summer rain. Raindrops were falling slowly, subtly. The rain was refreshing. Blood kept continuously pouring out of his organs, a scarlet river running red. The karma, his karma came back to haunt him.        
John was a gambler. He sold his soul to gambling a long time ago. He lost so many things. At the end, he was living in a one-bedroom apartment, in a seedy neighborhood. The kind of place you end up, when you`re at the end of the rope. A one-way ticket.    
 A couple of weeks ago he won three hundred dollars from the slot machine. The next day he felt that luck was on his side again. He decided to borrow money to gamble some more, and make it big. He borrowed a lot of money from the wrong folks, the Chinese triad. He lost everything the same night. He couldn`t repay them. They were on to him.  
In life, you meet two kinds of folks. People you can mess and get away with, and people you should never ever get involved with.              
John knew he was living on borrowed time. Payback is a bitch. Early Monday morning, they gave him a week to repay them or else. He never though karma would hit him back so fast. They shot him twice the next day.                                                                                                                                   He was lying on his back his time had come. He saw his whole existence flashing slowly in front of him like an old VHS tape from the eighties.  
his happy childhood
primary school
his first kiss
making out with his girlfriend
losing his virginity at sixteen
college
entering university to become a doctor
irst visit at the Luxor in Las Vegas
winning a jackpot on the wheel of fortune
gambling
getting married
gambling some more
losing his house
wife leaving him
more gambling
stealing at work
losing his job
more gambling
family disowning him
moving in a crappy one-bedroom apartment
borrowing money from the triads
losing everything
getting shot
and lying in a back alley.
It was getting harder to breathe, more blood was coming out his heart was beating slower and slower and slower. End. Blank. Be kind please rewind.