Apparently There Were a Lot of Folks There

While pulling the lever (or techincally pushing the button) on the Foxwoods slot machines on Tuesday night, I got the following text message from my friend Martin:

"Last night I had a dream I attended your execution."

My reply:

"That's not the first time I've heard that, but thanks for coming."

When I actually spoke to Martin a few seconds later, he filled me in on the details: Apparently I had resisted arrest. For what, we don't know, but I guess my attorney said that if I simply admitted guilt, the charges would be dropped. To Martin's (and everyone's) chagrin (but not surprise), I would not relent, and the case went all the way to the Supreme Court, who found me guilty, and I was sentenced to die. I don't think we're clear on how I died, but I do remember he said that it wasn't a firing squad. I was relieved about that for some reason. Anyway, he said a fuckload of people were there, Biggie Smalls style, so... that's good. Well attended. Well attended is good.