the letters were for glenn mcginnis. execute it on january 25th, 2000, for the murder of leonard. and all i know of her is the bullet from mcginnis. from mcginnis that killed her. every memory of murder, burying so many attempts of it. and the letters convey every emotion but fear, mostly in a time of sided correspondence, came to symbolize my terror. that prison will be the shadow i carried into my death. that semester i took professor stephen capital punishment course. before then my knowledge of death row consisted of mcginnis letters and a story from my time at sussex one state prison. from the pull up, i couldn't help but hear young man news at a compound talking to a friend locked a cell to face the yard. the window in a cell was no wider than what in the palm of my hand? no longer than the length of a tall man's arm. i watched them trying to communicate. they weren't talking as much as yelling and reading each other's lips. the new asked his friend when he was getting out the response, i'm on death row for men on death row leave in a cell is not a move to freedom, but one to