But then, when have I ever had my say?
Oh, right.
Here we go again. What a sad, terrifying (but is it still mystifying, in 2016?) story.
Of course, if it had happened in San Francisco, the article in the SFGate wouldn't have come out until it could cite a fig-leaf toxicology report from the City's creepy ME at General, cover for the cops, and downplay or neglect to mention the victim's poor grandmother, who also died in a hail of gunfire.
They're lucky I wasn't there, or I probably would have pulled another mean Dark Phoenix number (with of course the little leg up from my usual lovely, anonymous assistants -- always grateful for you guys out there), twisting their porky, hair-trigger asses all over the place.
Goddamn them. He was just a kid. And his grandmother!
I don't blame so many people for being afraid to ask for help...
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