[Note - This was written before the execution. I didn't follow it and any details are more than likely incorrect. So there.]

Scene - A strip club in Terra Haute around 12:30am a year after the McVeigh execution.

He: Hey, baby! You are a pretty woman did you know that? Yep. Pretty don't do you justice. Lemme buy you a drink, pretty lady. It's the least I could do.

I work out at the corrections facility. Been there about 10 years. Not the best job, but it's got its good points.

Yeah, the same one they killed the son of bitch at. Same one. Want me to tell you something? It was my switch that killed him. Yeah, I know you don't believe me, but it was. I am the one responsible for sending the cocksucker straight to hell.

See, my buddy was one of the contractors that built the chamber and I was able to pull a few strings to be one of the button pushers and once that was done, he told me he could rig it so that he could switch the circuit to whichever button I was on. Guy's a fucking genius with that shit. 'Course I bought him a big bag of coke and some ecstasy as a thank you which we dipped into just before I killed him.

They got this thing, these psychologists, that say that you can't let anyone know who pushed the button cuz it'll fuck 'em up for the rest of their life knowing that they killed someone. What bullshit, man! Went to the fucking Gulf and shot every fucking Arab they'd let me…and some they didn't but you won't tell anyone that. I sleep like a fuckin baby at night. There ain't no difference between the two. Personally, I think this lethal injection shit is for pussies. If they ever wanna kill me I hope they shoot me - KAPOW. Do it honest, that's what I say. What's the point of this "they-shouldn't-suffer" shit? Goddamn right they should suffer. Suffer all the way to hell and give 'em a taste of what's in store, man. They gonna be dead anyway, right? Big fuckin deal if they suffer.

It was fuckin incredible, man. Me and my buddy did a couple of lines before we left. Dropped the X to try to time it with the button push. I'm standing there with these two other guys standing at attention - tripping my brains out and trying not to crack up. I'm looking at the clock and it turns into Mickey Mouse and starts playing It's A Small World After All. All the numbers start dancing with each other. And I'm seeing this…I don't know how to describe it - kinda like a leprechaun except smaller walking up and down the table, doing little jigs and cartwheels. And his shoes are leaving tracks on the table. After about 20 minutes, I realize he's making the letters of MCVEIGH SUCKS! I'll tell ya, thought I was gonna lose it. The only thing that kept me from falling down laughing was my drill sergeant's face screaming at me. See, as the people started filing in, all of their faces became the face of my drill sergeant. Some fuckin trip, huh? I'm just barely hanging on.

Then King Motherfucker himself is brought in. King Mother Fucker. He walks in all pumped up. Like nothing's happening. Like he's showing up for drill. Army Motherfucker to the end. They trained us well, I will say that for 'em. He's got the blank look in his eye. He ain't mad, he ain't scared, he ain't happy, he ain't shit. This is just another day with a bad ending for him. Don't make no difference. And I'm - this is kinda weird - trying to muster up all this hate that I have towards him. I mean, this guy killed hundreds of people…kids, too! This guy is the scum of the fuckin earth. I was really looking forward to staring him down. Had this whole thing planned out. Was gonna mouth "fuck you" as he passed me. Was gonna make him feel my presence and let him know that it was me that was gonna do it. And I'm watching him (and just as a word of warning, never do X before you're gonna kill someone) and this wave of peace comes over me. I don't hate the son of a bitch. He's just another confused motherfucker like we all are. I mean we're all a little fucked up about one thing or another. He just took it too far. But he did and he's accepting his actions and there's just something ya gotta respect about that. Fuck! The guy was in the army! Counts for something, doesn't it? I'm starting to think about asking the leprechaun to erase that MCVEIGH SUCKS thing cuz everyone deserves a little bit of dignity no matter how much of an asshole they are.

So they walk him over to the table and he passes right by us. He's coming and I'm thinking "fuck you, fuck you, fuck you" trying to get through this new-agey shit the X has my mind doing and he passes right by me. I'm looking into those eyes that are just the eyes of another guys and the way light is hitting them, I can see myself in them and - shit, I should be telling you this, but what the fuck - I start getting a hard-on. Yeah. I know. I ain't a fag, but there was just something…I don't know how to describe it. I can't. I've tried but I can't. Here's this guy that's just King Shit. Guy's about to die and he's just standing there like he's waiting for a Happy Meal to take out to the car. The fuckin BALLS on this guy. I'm looking around to see if anyone's noticing this big bulge in my pants, but they're all concentrating on McVeigh.

I look over at my buddy, who's obviously having his own little trip going on and I wish I could tell him not to switch the circuit, but there's just no way. Couldn't pussy out like that, not when this guy's gonna die and you can't even tell. The X is really fucking with me now. I'm seeing McVeigh naked and my cock's getting hard. I'm wishing this thing were over. I can't read the clock anymore. Somebody starts saying something and then someone else and someone else and I just wanna find a bathroom and jerk off. Finally, they strap him down and get all the tubes and shit in him. I'm looking at him in this Christ-like position and I'm sure it's probably the X but it looks like he's got a hard-on, too. And I can hear him in my head talking dirty to me. Can you believe that? Just filthy shit…and I'm loving it. We're looking at each other. His head's a little off the table and those steely eyes are going right through me like a bolt of lightning. I give a little shiver.

Then I feel a nudge in my side - the guy next to me. They're doing the count down. We push the button together and I almost cum. Plunger 1 - Plunger 2 - Plunger 3 - he's dead.

Fuck.

So. How much do you charge, pretty lady?