If I was facing life or the death penalty, I choose death.
Wasting away, fighting for survival, no entertainment, no vices (in theory), etc.
No appeals, expedite it. Take me behind the courthouse and put a few rounds in my head. Be thorough.
I’m miserable enough living in “the greatest country in the world,” just get it over with. My “life” is lost either way, death just prevents the rampant suffering along the way.
As a Texan with a wife from Detroit, other than individual little pizzerias, Jets is gonna be the best Detroit style you’ll probably find.
Gotta give it up for Buddy’s in Detroit though.
Detroit really is a great place to get food though.
My BIL, trying to get enough airline miles for something, once flew into Detroit just to eat, then flew back. He is enamored by aviation though, the type of person to go to the airport to watch planes take off and land. Then again, he gets into the centurion club free, so he can wait until the last minute to get to his gate, and get free food and alcohol so maybe he just misses most of the hassles of flying.