Like a Bird Without a Feather

Well, this is the first post in this Blogger shindig. I had a livejournal but I really just don't care for the site all that much.

A kid from my Alma Mater died in a house fire in a horribly idiotic prank gone awry involving him sleeping and others shooting roman candles and running out of the house while he died in the ensuing fire. I don't really feel anything about it. I feel more bad that I don't care that he died. I knew very little about him. What I do know are not things that I would attribute to him being a good person.

...I didn't know him. I don't know the hundreds of sub-Saharan Africans that have probably died today too. Thusly I will care about his death as much as most people care about the African's deaths. Not at all.