Seriously, it was JFK's murder. Not personal directly, but personal nationally. I was 12 and got a little emotional as it played out while we were in school. The kid two rows over called me a cry baby, so I got up, walked over to him before he could stand up, and hit him square in the face. I knocked a couple teeth out and broke his jaw with one shot. He spent a couple months with his mouth wired shut. The teacher didn't eject me or anything. It felt great, but I was still bummed.
