One of the first school shooters was actually a teenage girl
Matt Reimann

Good story. I was working as a grocery store bag boy on the day of the shooting, about two miles away. I remember our manager, Bud from North Carolina, was a near state of shock. He kept asking me: ‘Why, why would someone do this?’ I didn’t have an answer for Bud that day; I still don’t today. For some reason the local press talked about the heroic principal; the janitor barely got a mention. As time went on, the the story got really strange. Brenda’s father fell in love with her prison cellmate; I don’t recall if they got married or not but I think they did. And, for years in San Diego some radio stations wouldn’t play the Boomtown Rats song.

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