This is my story

This is my story. This is how it all ended. They say America is a land of dreams, but what they don't know is that everybody's dream is to end up on top. Nobody cares who they hurt as long as they end up on top. I was one of the people they thought they could make disappear. They were wrong. What everybody always forgets is that for every action there is a reaction. It might not be equal, and it definitely won't be fair if its me you thought you could get rid of. Too bad nobody will ever hear my tale. Why, because dead men tell no tales.
It all started with some low life who thought he ran the streets. Too bad there were others who thought the same thing. The difference was is that they had more money than he did. He died thinking he was on top of his game, and some other scumbag gained importance. The real trouble was this guy who moved up is that he thought I could be dealt with the same way. He put three .45 slugs in my chest, and dumped the body in some ditch. Too bad I wasn't dead. I crawled out of the ditch to the nearest house. They didn't want anything to do with me. I decided not to kill the little boy who was still asleep in his crib. His mother and father, not so lucky. It took me almost a month to recover. Now its payback time.
The real trouble is that the lowlife who shot me is now Houston's mayor. He won saying he was gonna clean up the streets. He had always been a good lair, no wonder he was such a good politician. First I was gonna tear his business apart, I was going to let him know that I was not only going to kill him, but that I was also going to destroy him and everybody around him. This took about six months to do effectively. I also mailed every person he trusted s head. He was soon killing anybody he thought might be connected to me. The real trouble with being in charge is that everybody always notices when you mess up. The wrong people noticed him before the public did. His men who he thought he commanded cut him wide open and left him for dead in the same ditch that he left me in. I was waiting for him. My face was the last thing he saw before he bled out.
This is part of my story, but its not the end of it.