Can you even begin to imagine the level of public pain, humiliation, and vitriol JFK Jr had to endure leading up to faking his death.
I have my bad days, and I am small and weak, my own tiny revenge crippled literally every day by challenges I can sometimes barely hold course under.
And he is out there helping an entire world reek wrath and ruin on the biggest revenge of all.
The admiration I feel is almost holy. I know he's just a man, but even in 'death' his shadow lies over us all.
Might be one of those feely days.
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