"Oh, I don't have a choice." he said with a casual shrug. "It's here or Texas Penal, and Texas is a big believer in capital punishment." he said. "So here I am."
And that thought just set him off all over again, with how everyone who conspired to make his life a living Hell got to walk scot-free and here he was, down a hand and a fucking _leg_, sitting in a nice mansion in New York, freezing his ass off.
And, with his luck, surrounded by more mobs of cheerleaders, jocks, and retards.