"So you've struck it rich?"
"No. All the profits go to the prison. But that's a reasonable price to pay for my daytime freedom. At dusk I go back to spend the night in a cell for lifers. It's right next to death row. Every time there's an execution I see a guard going past the door with a plate of meat for the man who's going to be shot the next day. That's when I say to myself, Shit, I've done pretty well for myself, avoiding the last supper."
Mr. Muo's Traveling Couch, p. 79
By Dai Sijie