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My cousin’s child. He was a nice kid (sort of) growing up. I’m 6 years older than him, but the things that he does astounds me.<\/p>\n
There was murder recently that occurred on the grounds of the school that he attends (the murder was not of a student, it just happened there) and the only<\/em> thing he can say about it is “Sweet no skool tmr” (on Facebook). It’s just astounding the kind of sympathy that kid is just not capable of feeling. A young adult died<\/em> due to an act of violence and all my 2nd cousin can think about is how there’s no school for him and how his Easter long weekend just turned into 5 days from 4.<\/p>\n I mean, my sister tells me to not be so surprised, considering who<\/em> said it, but at the same time… It’s one thing to be careless at times and do stupid things that put only yourself at risk (of which he has done many times, stupid kid) but it’s entirely another to be happy about someone else’s death because it just means that you have no school the next day. There’s someone that died<\/em> and all he can care about is himself. It was someone’s child, someone’s friend.<\/p>\n Absolutely ridiculous.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My cousin’s child. He was a nice kid (sort of) growing up. I’m 6 years older than him, but the things that he does astounds me. There was murder recently that occurred on the grounds of the school that he attends (the murder was not of a student, it just happened there) and the only […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3647"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3647"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3647\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3648,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3647\/revisions\/3648"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3647"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3647"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imaginarysunshine.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3647"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}