Patrón margarita?

Patrón margarita?

Akeem Mon­sal­vatge couldn’t believe what the Judge was telling him. Thirty-​two years felt more like an exe­cu­tion than a sen­tence. “Do I get a last meal, a patrón mar­garita?” Akeem said, but think­ing now how the Judge just gave him the manda­tory min­i­mum sen­tence for a heist. Just like that, as if it didn’t mean shit. “It weren’t like we shot any­body, we just took the money.” Akeem watched the Judge shrug and his expres­sion change. “The terms are harsh,” the Judge said. “Each of you showed great poten­tial. It’s a pity your youth will be squan­dered behind bars.”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of the Hol­ly­wood styled heist — http://​nypost​.com

Akeem Monsalvatge couldn’t believe what the Judge was telling him. Thirty-two years felt more like an execution than a sentence. “Do I get a last meal, a patrón margarita?” Akeem said, but thinking now how the Judge just gave him the mandatory minimum sentence for a heist. Just like that, as if it didn’t mean shit. “It weren’t like we shot anybody, we just took the money.” Akeem watched the Judge shrug and his expression change. “The terms are harsh,” the Judge said. “Each of you showed great potential. It’s a pity your youth will be squandered behind bars.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of the Hollywood styled heist – http://nypost.com