It's very hard to go to a funeral or meet someone who has lost someone you really didn't like. I remember there was a guy I went to school with who hated me and I hated him. He went to work for the city and died in the line of duty long before 911.
His wake was attended by thousands of people who didn't even know him. But he and I had been fighting and rivals and hated each other since we were six years old. I didn't go to the wake because I couldn't be a such a big hypocrite. I felt bad for his mom and did a few things to help her out. But I just couldn't pretend to weep like so many other phonies who went to the wake. I guess some people have no shame.
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