Tuesday, December 07, 2004

The Last Meal

The Scott Peterson trial has got me thinking about what it must be like on death row. And that got me thinking about the cruel ritual they call "The last meal". Do you really care about chicken or fish the last few hours of your life? And it’s sort of out of context isn’t it? Usually you get a fancy meal for a special occasion. Birthday. Anniversary. Promotion. Death just doesn’t seem to fit nicely onto the list. What a cruel joke. It must have been started by some Jewish mother. “You can’t go to the electric chair on an empty stomach. Eat. Eat.” If you really want to send him off with a smile on his face, how about a hooker? I mean, that’s what the guy really wants, right? If you had an hour left on this planet and were given a choice between sex and fried chicken, which would you choose? Seems like a no brainer.


At 6:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

what's wrong with fried chicken,man. i know a guy who eats it everyday for lunch.

At 10:06 PM, Blogger Orangebox5 said...

I'd definitely choose the fried chicken it it were from Popeye's. Is that weird? :)


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