Inconvenience Store
Last Meal Review: Garza picks it.
Okey dokey, so now the feds are back in the execution business. First McVeigh, and a week after that a certain Juan Raul Garza.
We already know more than enough about McVeigh, right?
Garza was a drug dealer who apparently watched a few too many episodes of Miami Vice and decided a few times along the way that the answer to whatever conundrum that was giving him fits was to just blow away whatever person who was causing the conundrum in the first place.
No more person, no more conundrum. Easy, eh?
So it’s obvious that the guy hasn’t got all that much on the ball mentally to begin with, right? Did Albert Einstein ever wonder if smuggling would be a better career choice than relativity? Probably not. Obviously, Garza was no Einstein.
So ok, lets get to the nub of the matter here, ok?
To wit: Garza’s last meal.
I’m still scratching my head over this one.
The first item on the menu is steak. No problems there. Everybody, except for some weenie vegatarian, loves a good steak. And the murder of cattle is still ok, here in the good old U. S. of A.
Item the second is onion rings. Not on the top of MY personal list of best things I could ever eat in my life just prior to getting snuffed, but hey, it’s not my decision.
Item the third is french fries. So ok, the guy’s a junk food junkie. And we’ve already decided that he’s not Albert Einstein. I would have probably picked mashed potatoes with gravy or something a little more substantial, but again, it’s not my decision.
Item the fourth, and last, is the one that’s driving me bats.
Diet Coke.
No, I am not making this up.
Does anybody in the entire world actually PREFER the taste of Diet Coke over regular Coke? No way!
So what’s going on here, anyway? What the hell was Garza thinking when they asked him what he wanted for his LAST meal?
“Hmm…well Warden, you guys are gonna kill me here in a couple of hours but lookit this tummy of mine, wouldya? Whatta ya say we make it a DIET Coke, how ‘bout it?”
Did I mention that Garza was no Albert Einstein?
A lifetime resident (despite having travelled all over the damn place at one time or another) of Central Florida, James MacLaren took a four-year degree in death thrills riding giant waves on the North Shore back in the 70's. Wound up in the inconvenience store following a lay off from the Cape, where he was involved with the construction of the Space Shuttle launch pads, among other things. Father of best son in the world.
