If you were a prisoner on death row - what would your last meal be?

I will require food for ALL my senses:

Firstly, ambient birdsong, (piped-in from the outside so as not to scare them in this awful place).

A diffusion of essential oils of Ylang Ylang, Lavender and Rosemary, wafting through the air that I inhale.

Sounds of trickling water, coming from a Japanese bamboo- pipe fountain, splashing onto river rocks.

No lights in the room, except for one shaft of sunlight, beaming in through a slit, which I follow as it moves across the room, reminding me that I still exist on my planet that orbits my Sun. In front of that slit will hang a quartz prism, so that the color spectrum would do its final dance in front of my eyes.

I would have my doggie on my lap, so that we could synchronize our heartbeats, as I stroke her skin.

And, finally, I would have this lovely chocolate hash-brownie, baked with the highest quality of seedless marijuana, to send me off on a wondrous journey to the furthest reaches of my mind.

Oh, and I'd have a nice big glass of warm chamomile-mint tea, with honey, to quicken my metabolism of the pot as it streams through my vessels.

I figure that if somebody wants me dead, I'm going to do it MY way........!

Start with a mixed Sushi appetizer, mixed greens salad with tomatoes, cukes, mushrooms and bell peppers and a wine vinaigrette dressing.

Main Course would be Prime Rib and a 2 lb. lobster, morel mushrooms, garlic mashed potatoes and lots of butter, steamed edamame with garlic, butter, and wine, and a bottle of good wine to wash it down.

Dessert would be tiramisu and creme brulee' with a cup of mocha cafe'. I figure after eating all that, I'll make a grand mess depending on what method I wind up being "put down" by.

I would have A Chicken Fried steak with mashed potatoes and white gravy.Ordered from the Chuch House resturant in Oklahoma city,ok.

"Two dinosaur eggs, over easy" ... some lyrics from the song MY LAST MEAL from blues great Jimmy Rogers (early guitarist with Muddy Waters)... I used to see and hear him play in Chicago in the 1970's, back when the blues was still REAL MUSIC and not all f***ked up like it mostly is today.

Single cut pork chop, house salad, baked potatoe and corn on the cob from the Texas Road House

I'd cook it myself. Give me a charcoal grill, T-bone steak, baking potatoes, and a stiff drink.

Of course I might try to use the coals to force a breakout where I could be shot to death instead of waiting for them to come get me.

A "Kiss" on the lips from my college Psychology teacher, she was smokin hot, then I would want; Pork chops, potatoes, and sauerkraut. I would ask for a PM5 for desert, with 600 rounds, in the magazines, to top it off.

Not sure I could top sex...that's pretty good. I would be on the River Sein in Paris, on a private dinner yacht, eating food from each of my favorite ethnicities: lobster alfredo (Italian); enchiladas (Mexican); Fried Chicken, collard greens, mac n' cheese, cornbread and peach cobbler (African-American/love my people's food), Chicken fried rice (chinese), sushi (Japanese), and top it off with Mojitoes (Cuban).

I can dream big, can't I?

I'll order everything on the menu and would like to dine in the middle of the ocean on a cruise liner, of course ill be eating slowly and thinking of a way to escape. ill be in the middle of the ocean ill take my chances in the water.

Humble Pie