Gerald Hattsman, a new york criminal gets death penalty in 1952 and is sentenced to the electric chair. The power goes out every night at 3:00 in the morning. His last meal was set at 1:00 AM. Could he play Father Time and trick the grim reaper himself? The officer on duty had arrived with his meal of choice at 1:30. Gerald licked his lips as the officer placed his food in front of him. He ate as a turtle would, slow and steady, preserving every bite of his scrumptious final meal. He didn’t worry of his affairs to come, he simply enjoyed the now. Time ticked on until it stuck 2:45 AM. The officers came in pair of two, the straps slapped onto my arms and pulled and latched tightly. Fear set in as gerald began to see his time was ticking out. He could hear the grim reapers cold breath at his doorstep. The officers came once again two by two and began turning on the machine with nothing to give but a cold hard stare to the criminal. Do these men have not a heart? I may not be in my right mind but i am still human as them. I am not these men for these men are me. Killers just as i, cold and numbness fills their bones. Time ticks in the still of the night, 2:58 as they complete the final setup of the electric chair. They are not aware what is yet to come. Tick tok tick tok. 3:01 and the electricity sets in from my toes to my nose and every single nerve in my body. The feeling is truly shocking, in all my life i have never felt something so great and powerful. It could of been the greatest moment of my life. The shock stops and I immediately fall to rest. Father time you are a wise man to surely say the best, but grim reaper was relentless in the soul he wished to take. Today i lost the battle, Gerald Hattsman takes his hat off to you. The war is over and i go with great glee. Today luck wasnt on my side and for that i pay the final fee.