I was told to walk to the edge of the road, where the stripe was painted. I knew if I did they would shoot me, but I also knew that if I refused to obey they would shoot me. My time had come. I felt a powerful certainty. I walked without looking back.

They shot me in the head and the bullet went right through but I did not die. They were not expecting this so I kept walking and I left them behind.

I went to the hospital but they would not treat me, because if I had been shot in the head certainly I could not be walking around. So it must be a prank and I was attempting to waste their time.