I have a little secret, and I will tell you.
They put me on the table to do the lethal injection. They strapped my arms and legs in. My mouth was dry, like there was something stressful ahead.
I got a bed at a slaughterhouse for twenty a week. It is a pretty good deal, despite the smell and the noises.
I like our bus! The road is not too bumpy, the driver is a funny man (when he talks on the intercom), and we take turns standing and sitting. There are a lot of people, so it’s tricky trying to be fair, but we all get along rather well.
“So, what’s happening with Veronica?” he asked me.