Monday, March 30, 2009

I found mercy

I read something that probably shouldn't have meant anything to me at all, but it stuck in my mind... It was a list of last meal requests, it made me sad, empathetic, how can you hate the murderer that asked for a bag of Jolly Ranchers, or some hot tea and 6 cookies? How could their lives turn out so fucked up?

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