Something terrifying happened to me one autumn night.
Back in high school, I used to hang out in the woods and drink beer. In the woods, we'd be out of the sight of parents and police. There would be a large group of us and we'd huddle on fallen logs around a campfire.
Ever have one of those life-shaking revelations? Like hearing about how the Monkees never wrote their own songs? Or that Bill Clinton actually had sexual relations with Monica Lewinsky?
One of the saddest tragedies of our time could have been prevented.
I'm talking about the shooting at Columbine High School in the town of Littleton, Colorado. Two students, armed with guns and bombs, walked into their school and opened fire on their classmates and teachers. Twelve students and one teacher were killed. Then they killed themselves.
If second chance ever asks you for a dance, walk up to her and take her hand. And make sure you know how to dance.
"Bitch!"
"Fuck you! Don't call me that!"
"Bitch!"
Katie stormed away from the fire. Mike just stood there, drunk, dazed, and very pissed off.
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