A posse was chasing me and another man. I found a shotgun on the road and when the posse came closer to me, I fired and killed one of the men in the posse. I then threw the gun to the ground and again began fleeing. Clearly if I were caught I would be sent to jail, probably for the rest of my life.

Somehow I knew the entire episode had something to do with law school: every year a law student would murder someone as I had done. A trial would then follow and the student would be sent to jail for life.

I was finally captured and sent to a jail where I saw another prisoner who had been sentenced for the same type of crime. He had been given a life sentence.

I immediately decided I did not want to be here for the rest of my life -- I had to get out of this mess. I began thinking about the other man who had been fleeing with me when the posse had been chasing us, and I realized if he had been the one to kill the man in the posse, he would have laid the blame on me and said I had done it. Therefore, I now realized I could lay the blame on him and say he had been the one who had killed the man in the posse. After reflecting further, however, I decided I didn't want to do that. Instead, I would simply say I didn't know what had happened.

I began to invent a story in my mind. I would simply say that the man in the posse had been shot, but that I had not done it because I had not had a gun. Obviously, therefore, I could not have shot the man. I had simply heard a shot, and when I had gone to the man, I had found him dead. His death, therefore, had nothing to do with me. I decided that this was going to be my story and that I would have to stick to it, no matter what.

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