Pity The Girl
My heart goes out to my poor wife: less than 18 hours after being hauled offstage by Morrissey's bodyguard, she is currently at our first honest-to-god parent/teacher conference, trying to strike a balance between sticking up for our slightly weird kid and letting the teacher explain just what's been going on. I complain plenty about the schizoid nature of my daytime/nighttime existence, but this just puts me to shame.
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The director of our school may be Morrissey's bodygauard's sister.