It was apparent that Carlito was overwhelmed with joy. Tears ran down his cheeks. His newfound fame could not have come at a better time. His fame invited compassion from all sorts of people. They would cheer for him, support him, love him, praise him and raise his downtrodden, desperate, and anxious spirit. Even in the face of possible death, he couldn’t help but smile. He even posed with rolled eyes, and feigned death to the delight of the crowd. He waved and waved and smiled and waved again. Soon, the media was in on it too. Danny Lo prepared his own crew and decided to follow Carlito around until the moment that he died (in two days). A betting pool was even opened in casinos and gambling dens:
How will Carlito die? Murder – 12:1 / Vehicular Accident – 5:1 / Choking – 7:1 / Heart Failure –10:1 / Drowning – 71:1 / Electrocution – 881:1 / Cellular Phone Radiation – 1334:1
All the possible ways that a person could die were entered into the computer. There were online analysts discussing the odds of him dying in one manner or the other. The Carlito pity parade lasted for several hours. Then Danny Lo, with his big sunglasses and Elvis hair and yellow teeth, appeared out of nowhere. Danny Lo sprang to Carlito’s side as he was posing for pictures; he even posed with him for some of them. His face was so close to Carlito’s that Carlito could smell the gel on his hair, the nicotine on his breath, and the strong cologne on his clothes. As soon as Danny Lo was able to drag Carlito from the fans, rumor has it that he allegedly began giving him instructions through index cards. These index cards would later be recovered as evidence as part of the ongoing investigation. “Carlito, say this to the crowd,” Danny allegedly told Carlito as Danny handed him an index card with something written on it: Thank you everyone for your undying support. The confused Carlito did as he was told. “And this,” Danny might have whispered as he allegedly handed him another index card. “But I request, please, everyone respect my desire for isolation and private reflection in the final days of my life.” Carlito read the text on the index card as loud as he could. He even had to repeat it because the crowd was so noisy. The crowd cheered some more. “We respect your privacy, Carlito,” said one fan, “We just want you to know that were here to support you! Go, Dead Man walking!”
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