OMG, i totally just killed someone lol :-D

What the fuck is wrong with people? I mean, really now!

How sick does one have to be, to put a bullet in someone, watch them fall to the ground, bleeding, and then keep shooting?

What I really don't get is why this guy waited between attacks. He killed two people at 7:15, then 31 more a couple hundred yards away, two hours later.

What the hell was he doing in those two hours? Laundry? Checking email? Maybe a couple of quick IM's?

It seems as though most of the victims didn't even know this loser, and yet they lost their lives. Maybe there is a God up there, but if there is, I'm pretty sure he just created the Earth and turned his back. No way anyone looking out for us would permit this kind of nonsense.

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Friday, March 23, 2007 11:59pm
Steve and Tim's house

My blissful sleep is interrupted by the shrill bedside phone. Gotta turn that ringer down tomorrow.

"The baby won't sleep! She won't eat..." Janet shrieks, so loudly that I pull the phone away from my ear.

Chris annoys me more with each passing day. If he wants to fuck around on his wife, fine, but he's being careless about it. I don't care how leak-proof your alibis are; keep pushing it and you're going to get caught.

"I'm sorry about that. I really am. "

"Chris won't answer his phone!"

"Where is he?"

"He's out drinking with his work friends! He's with them all the damn time!"

Yeah, well, in fairness, his "drinking friends" have really nice blowjob lips...

"Steve, you have to help me! What bar is he at?"

Hmm. He's probably either at the Horizontal Haus, or the BJ Cafe.

"How should I know?" I exclaim, more awake now.

"You have to help me find him. What if he got into an accident?"

I sit up. This could actually be bad news. When he finally comes home, she's probably going to demand his friends' names and numbers. But that's his problem.

"Please help me, Steve."

Chris obviously has no intention of answering his phone, so I try Irene. I'm trying once and going back to bed. Enough is enough.

"Hi, Steve."

"Irene! What's going on?"

"Wellll..." she giggles.

On second thought, don't answer that.

"Janet is looking for Chris."

She covers the phone. "Your wife is looking for you," I hear, faintly.

"What the hell, Steve?"

"Your wife just woke me up because you won't answer your damn phone. Moron!"

"I'm kinda busy here!"

"So call her, and then get back to whatever it is you're doing. And stop involving me in this shit!"

"She called you, not me, you idiot." Irene giggles in the background.

Click.

It's a good thing Tim did not hear that, I think.

Oh shit! Tim!

I look down. She dozes silently, her right hand under the pillow, like always. In my drowsy stupor, I didn't think to leave the room. I hope she didn't hear anything.

I watch her for a moment. Nothing. Thank God. Now, to head back to sleep--

"Who the hell is Irene?" Tim says.