A week in the life of Troy Davis.
Sunday.
Not hungry. Been cooped up in here for twenty years. They're tried to kill me three times already. I didn't do it.
Monday.
Still not hungry. Still didn't do it.
Tuesday.
Not hungry. Getting a bit worried now. Can't see any news, nobody seems to care.
Wednesday.
Jesus. I think it's going ahead. NO! Hold on. They haven't done it. Thank God.
Thursday.
Friday.
Saturday.
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One less fucker to feed
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