Is your life a fantasy or real?

If your life revolves around heartbreak, drugs, guns, gold, murder, rape, partying, smuggling.
Would you share it in the hope that no one recognise themselves in the story and track you down?
Or just keep it to yourself and bring it to the grave with you.
When I look back on my life especially when I was in my twenties, my path was a little rough to say the least.
Trying to do my best to stay alive and not to offend the company I was in was a task in its self.
With some murder came as easy as tying a lace on your shoe. Gambling in casinos was another of their favorit pastimes, which brought along its own kind of trouble, when out of the head on drink or coke and the cash starts to go down, well someone has to be blamed.
That kind of night you could find yourself waking up in a doorway covered in your own blood and black and blue.
The worst kind of night is when your sitting at the bar having some beers, and one of them start to going over his good old days, witch can turn out to be your bad night out.
Like one night I can recall sitting at the bar with my Boss and his friend, his friend is the kind you wouldn’t trust his shadow.
Anyway we were talking; well they were talking to me bragging over good old times.
Like how his friend killed another with am ashtray.
That amused them for a while telling me how easy it is to kill with an ashtray. Then they went on to tell other ways to kill. Like scaring someone to death, I laugh and said I didn’t think it possible to scare someone to death, boy was that a big mistake on my behalf.
So they told me about the time they hooded some guy for doing something not worth talking about.
They brought the guy on a chopper flew around for a while and kicked him out the door. And the poor guy died, now he said that’s how you scare someone to death.
No I said he threw him to his death the fall would have killed him.
The guy said to me the chopper wasn’t off the ground.
My Boss said I will tell you another way how to scare some one or that will leave a mark on his mind for life.
He left the bar and went to his apartment that was part of the hotel, and I was left talking with the guy that takes great satisfaction in tell me about killing.
The boss came back with a single barrel shotgun and said to me you can only run and hide in the hotel.
Now start running with that he loaded the shotgun lets off one shot to let me know he meant business.
Boy did I learn how to play hide and seek fast and played it well I even fell asleep standing up.
The next day the guy never remembered a thing about the whole night, but I did and never will forget it.

Could this or is this story true?