A man's last thoughts before everything is taken from him, but life. One Shot.
On Kiss Row
Have I ever lived before now?
I think not.
Never before have I thought about life, and how can you live is you have not thought about it?
Now I think.
My life has been fruitless, and how can it be called life if nothing comes from it?
I used to have a list.
I never really cared enough to fulfill that list.
I remember only the first and last things on the list. Live Well and Die Fighting.
Not what you'd expect from a man who's about to be kissed for the last time?
I won't die; I'll never die.
Immortality comes to me easily.
My heart will beat and my lungs will breathe.
My conscience will leave with my soul, and I will be free from my mind's imprisonment.
Is any man free?
I was free once of the chains that bind me, but it had not occurred to me that I would be caught. I was free then.
At least, I think I was free.
But how can a man who has never lived and never bore fruit be free?
He should not be free. I am not free. I have not lived and never bore fruit.
Soon a man will come in and I will be no more.
I never had a chance to live until now, now that death is upon me.
Now I live.
Now I think.