Today is the day. Today is my birthday. Unlike the usual celebrant, I'm not happy. There's nothing to be happy about now.

My wife is weeping. She's exasperating me more than the hypocrite priest preaching in front of us. I don't want to see them. I don't want them to see me.

I walk out of the room.

"Any last words?"

I stare at the man who's about to electrocute me, wondering if he experiences the same euphoria every time he's pulling down the lever as I do whenever I stab my victim to death.