The Wrap-up
And here I am, two years later. I'm nineteen now, and I'm on the run from the cops. I live all alone in a tiny log cabin in the woods somewhere. You know what? As much as I hate to admit it, Sam was right. Maybe I would have better off letting the police handle it. I could have had a life. I could have gotten a job, had a family, and not have the constant worry about the police finding me and shooting me down on the spot. I wouldn't have to hide out in the woods all alone for the rest of my life. I could have avoided all this if I just wouldn't have went after Sam and Donnie. If I didn't gun them down, I wouldn't have had any of this to worry about. But through all the negatives to this, even though there are so many, I wouldn't have had it any other way. It was worth it.