Michael Phillips

At some point, I got him to say that, oh, the gun went off.

And I went and pulled the transcript of his criminal trial.

The gun was a revolver, not an automatic.

Revolvers don't go off.

To test that theory, I even took what I had and banged it on a table while it was loaded and all, and nothing happened.

Revolvers don't go off until they've been cocked.

He told me that for his last meal, he wanted fried shrimp and oysters.

And he said he had told the authorities that that's what he wanted for his last meal.

When I got down there, I was told that there was no shellfish in the prison system's kitchens.

And Charlie had to pick.

He finally picked steak and peach cobbler.

But I felt bad about that because the prison people knew that they could

go to the grocery store and buy whatever Charlie wanted.

And they didn't do it.

And it was sort of, I thought it was an indignity they inflicted on him.

So when I went down for the execution, I went down in the afternoon.

Execution was that night.

I went out and ate fish.

Just to, how do you say?

I don't know, because of the situation.