There is a certain evil pleasure that I'm experiencing right now. Granted, among evil pleasures, this doesn't rank very high. But it is evil none the less. I just saw someone from high school who was a sore spot for me for quite a while. It's been about 8 years now since then... and those years have not been good to this particular person. He's lost a lot of hair, gained quite a bit of weight, and works for a company that makes replacement bones for cadavers. I'm not kidding about what he does. That's actually a real job. As he walked away from me, a smile appeared on my face that nothing could wipe away. In fact, right now as I think about it again, that smile has reappeared.

I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am... yet there is that smile again.