(You know what? This was going to be an over-tired rant about why modern art sucks, but I've decided that there more than enough internet losers and bitter art school grads to tell you that. I believe in being honest, so I thought I'd share that part.)
I've been wondering recently – who makes a death row inmate's last meal? For some reason, the thought of it coming from Marriott Catering Services just doesn't seem right to me. There should be someone whose job it is to cook those meals. Maybe some little old lady who travels from prison to prison with a little bag of pots and pans and a spice rack on wheels. I also think they should serve it on good china with real silverware and not some kind of institutional platic tray with a spork.
I feel a prison reform movement coming on.
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Somehow giving a killer who is desperate not to die a knife with his last meal doesn't sound like a great idea.
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