we ate grilled sausages at the sarajevo cafe and then went to see School of Rock. I cried. At least 3 times. When i was little i was a combination of the drummer kid, the keyboard kid and the hefty black girl who could sing but was bashful about it. If I had had a jack black in my life it may well have been different. Instead i had parents that combined the worst of all those shown except all i ever heard was: we barely have enough money to cloth and feed and keep a roof over you all, feel lucky for that and shut up.