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What Goes Through the Mind of a Mass Shooter?

Sherry McGuinn

Nothing good

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Note: The following is my take on our latest tragic "episode" here in the U.S.

“Hey, how‘s it goin’? What can I do for you? Lookin’ for a gun? You are? Well, this is a gun shop so you’re in the right place. Okay I know that’s not funny but I get bored as shit in here.

Got your card? Yeah, that looks okay. So what are you up for? You a ‘conceal and carry’ type of dude? You like this Glock 43? Brings the heat. Anyone tries to fuck with you, you show ’em this and…

No? Oh….a Ruger, is it? You’re not messin’ round, are ya? What do you need firepower like this for? Screw it. None of my business. If you got the cash, you get the gun.

Here’s your change. Hey…you know what they say, right? Never mind. Have a nice day.”

Where…where…where do I go? I want to do this…I want to do this thing and now…will it be that gas station? No…too small…looks dead anyway…maybe that nail salon. That cunt that stood me up goes there…I think…rotten bitch…they’re all rotten…no…I want more people…MORE people…that’s the only way you get noticed anyway…everybody wants more…more this, more that…spoiled, entitled assholes…so nice out today…a good day to be noticed…I wonder what will happen after? Fuck it, who cares? This is my moment, my time to shine…just like that big sun that’s making it hard for me to see.

Oh…wait a minute…that’s the spot…I can feel it in my bones…between my legs. Wonder how many people are inside? Buying their steaks and fucking ice cream and shitty snacks for their fat-assed kids…stupid, stupid people.

Slow it down, slow it down, take a breath…that’s better. Lotsa cars in the lot…must be a sign…from some fuckin’ where…shit…there’s a Brinks truck. S’ok, just wait and let them do their thing…they’ll be gone soon and I can do my thing…can’t wait…breathe, just breathe and think of how it will feel to hear your name on the news and see it on Assbook…fuckin’ homos…

Ok they’re gone…damn this lot is packed…don’t know where I’m gonna park. Think I’ll just sit for a bit and watch the suckers go in…some of them for the last time…but who? No, not yet. That’s the fun part…deciding who’s gonna drop at the drop of a hat…hahaha…good one. And they think I’m dumb…

Ohhhhh…look at that hottie…set of titties on her. Wonder what she’s gonna buy? Who for? Boyfriend probably. Beer…for some numnuts who probably can’t get it up. I could show her a good time…show her what a real man is all about…maybe I will or maybe I’ll just…put her out of her misery…

It’s getting hot in this car…wish the fuckin’ sun would go down already…fuckiin’ daylight savings time my ass…who cares anyway if a day is long or not? It’s just a damn day like any other damn day…ask me, a day is too long as it is…

Look at that poor old fart…he can barely walk. Probably retired military or some bullshit like that…I could be in the military except…what did Trump call them? “Losers?” Somethin’ like that? Wonder where he is now…bet he’d like to watch this…from his bunker probably…fuckin’ coward but he wasn’t too bad considering…

I oughta do something about this old man…he’s pitiful…needs to be put down like an old dog or a horse…who the hell would want to live like that? Gimpin’ along…probably got a bad heart…I’d be doin’ him a favor…

My uncle had a horse once…pretty sure he had to shoot him…that’s what happens…

Wow…a lotta people in there…more than I thought. Yaay for me…Oh those two moms gotta go, their brats too…although that one ain’t too bad lookin.’ Wish her loser husband was with her so I could take his ass out. Maybe she’d go out with me…probably not though…women…all they do is take…

Old or young, young or old…does it matter? Fuck no…people are useless…doesn’t matter how old they are…they just get in the way…and here’s the funny thing…they’ll be famous because of me…not for too long though because everybody forgets after awhile…until of course someone like me comes along and does it again…Fuckin’ hilarious when you think about it…

Oh there’ll be a lot of talk…LOTS of talk but no action like usual…government just can’t get it together and that’s good for people like me ’cause we can’t be stopped. We got our rights…we can “bear arms,” isn’t that what the Constitution says? Man that must be one fucked-up piece of paper…

These people…the ones I personally choose…there’ll be a lot of talk about them, too…how good they were…how generous…how they donated to causes and shit and baked bread for elderly neighbors…what a joke. They’ll be forgotten so fast…no…faster than fast!

I wonder what mom will say when she hears, not like I give a shit anyway, dumb cow…dad…who cares? Maybe I’ll visit them next…

Too damn hot in here…gotta get outta this car…soon…wait just a couple more minutes…get my breathing under control…take the time to think about where I should start. Probably doesn’t matter but I always overthink stuff…I know…the pharmacy…poor fucks get ripped off there every day…

That’s good that’s good…got a plan…gotta have a plan or shit goes down the wrong way and I can’t have that…waited too long for this…

They given’ away cures for cancer at this place? Must be makin’ bank…I’m gonna make bank too once my story gets out…book deal and all…people eat that death shit up like candy…

Time to rock ‘n roll…just gotta wipe my sweaty hands…don’t want any slipups lol…”laugh out loud”…when the fuck did everyone start using that anyway? Shit…people are too stupid to live…

Open the door and get out…walk to the store and go inside…Ruge tucked under my jacket…doesn’t cover it all the way but enough…

If I get caught? Hell…No shit I’ll get caught but I won’t kill myself like those other dumb fuckers. I’ll just say I’m crazy…that always works…

Walking…walking…not too fast or too slow…just look normal…and breathe…someone looks at me funny, just keep movin’…

I’m in! Nice and cool in here at least…uh oh…that pussy of a stock boy is looking at me…staring…just keep going…there’s the pharmacy, not too far now…

Fuck…don’t come at me kid…don’t come at me kid…DON’T COME AT ME KID!!!

I step in his blood as I just keep moving…one down…

© Sherry McGuinn, 2021. All Rights Reserved.

Sherry McGuinn is a slightly-twisted, longtime Chicago-area writer and award-winning screenwriter. Her work has appeared in The Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times, and numerous other publications. Sherry’s manager is currently pitching her newest screenplay, a drama with dark, comedic overtones and inspired by a true story.

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