Why doesn't someone just shoot me already?

I restored to driving through the ghetto with a Trump sticker on my car but nobody even acknowledged me. Seriously, back in the 80s my old boss told me he got jump by a group of guys with baseball bats after coming back from a wedding. I would love for that to happen to me. Like I want to die but in an epic way, which is why I carry my knife on me. If I win maybe it will give me some props and it might enjoy living for once.