Sunday, 15 January 2012
07:49:45 AM (GMT)
Dying, Dying, Dead
Chapter Two: James Block, November 25, 1993
James was a nice guy, good with kids. He attended Jefferson High School, a sophomore
class of '96. And he was famous for something he liked to say.
"Hey, James! What are you doing tonight?"
"Babysitting the Longfellow girls. Man, I'm going to be dying, dying, dead!"
His friends always laughed. But no one would have guessed those would be his famous
That breezy November day, James proceeded to walking home after school. Two blocks
from campus, he heard someone call his name. Confused, he stopped and looked around.
A gunshot rang through the air. A sharp pain pierced his chest and he fell to the
ground. More gunshots rang. A short pause before his attacker ran from the bush,
dressed in black. He pointed the gun at James and shot him again and again. Finally,
he tossed the gun into a bush and took off running.
"Oh my God!"
Two of James' friends, along with his girlfriend, ran to the body on the sidewalk.
"No!" his girlfriend, Tess, screamed. She covered her mouth.
James looked at the three helplessly, blood surrounding his body. Fourteen bullet
wounds were found in his head and his chest. It was clear James Block was dead.