Playing Ping Pong in the Karaoke Bar Next to the Prison Where They Kill People
I lost a game of ping pong once. I was in my fifth semester as an undergrad in Huntsville, Texas, and I didn’t know my opponent well, nor did I generally play ping pong, but the opportunity to engage with someone who only moments before had been sitting in a decommissioned electric chair pushed against the wall of the karaoke… Read more →