[ WP ] The last words ( prior to death ) of the character are simply `` Fuck it . ''

Garet still remembered that day he had decided to become a dealer. He was forced into it, his parents never cared, they were looking for the next welfare check that could buy them coke. Garet had to look out for himself, and he did. 
 
 Joining a local, drug cartel was not a good idea, but it took Garet some time to realize that. He was never a bad person, always defended himself saying that he never forced anyone to buy drugs, but he was a cog in the gear, and the gear ran in part because of him. But today he had ended it. 
 
 He stared at the bullet riddled body of Rick, his boss. He stared at the burning warehouse where all the coke was stashed. He heard the sirens sounding in the background. He had won the battle, and the war. He stared at the amber sky, smiling. His hands, legs and even his face was smeared with blood. Not his for a change. 
 
 He walked into the warehouse, he'd been here several times. He had been a high ranking member of the cartel after all. He was also the boyfriend of the boss' sister, something that had not been taken in a positive way by Rick. 
 
 Garet knew he had one, maybe two bullets left. The sirens were getting louder, they were pretty close now. The smell that was now predominant in the air was of burning cocaine, the temperature getting hotter, he was sweating, which was funny because this was a chilly December evening. To him, it just smelled like redemption. 
 
 No one would deal coke in the neighborhood anymore, and Garet was okay with that. He heard gates open, they were here. He stared at the gun one last time, he was not going to be taken off to jail, he knew he would be, he had exposed himself in the process of exposing everyone else. 
 
 He was n't looking for a plea deal, he just wanted to end it, and he did. No more murders, shake downs, killing innocent women, children and men. 
 
 He slowly pointed the gun to his head, there was hesitation, Garet was n't brave enough to take his own life, but he was going to muster up the courage. 
 
 He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath inside. And he let it go after what seemed like an eternity. `` Fuck it'' he said as in one quick motion he squeezed the trigger. 
 
 The police burst in the door as Garet died, a gun pointed at his head, a smile on his face.
