Despite having a normal-sized ego and grandiosity that most people experience in adolescence and early adulthood, two things set him apart from the rest of the population:  he did become famous and he had never had the realization that it would not happen.  On a completely normal day he drunkenly threw a molotov cocktail into what he believed to be an empty and run-down warehouse.  Inside was the weekly meeting of the Boys Live Forever Clubhouse, where elementary and middle school kids were lighting candles in a “graduation” ceremony for their peers.  The building ignited instantly and the windows that served as the children’s entrance became inaccessible as intended.  Later, when the blaze simmered, they could only be identified by dental records.  One boy, lucky enough to have never needed to visit a dentist, was ruled out by process of elimination.


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