Bobby. Kennedy to be exact. movie by estillo estevas. somehow changes my life. or perhaps just tonight. who do i look up to? not a current world leader, not a celebrity, no one besides my own family and even then they may fall short sometimes, who is this generations superman, and what about the next. are we doomed upon this teetering ladder of fear forever or at least until we wipe eachother out with hate, instead of the love and compassion Martin Luther King Jr once talked about, now standing beside his brothers whaddya know they're related too JFK and Bobby Kennedy. Only they're in heaven and cant reach as many people from there as they once did. so once again who do i look up to? myself. impossible you say? nothing is impossible when there is nothing left...