You know you shouldn't laugh or smile at least for one day and definitely shouldn't joke about it. But, there's always a but. Today one of my ex classmates told me that the Principal of my high school died. First instant, felt guilty, because I did not feel sorry for him personally, but what he represented. Those five years in high school, being a teenager, horrible hair, even worse clothes and awful skin. Later, automatic question, how old was he actually? Even later, feeling sorry for The Man, after Jack Black.
R.I.P.
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