one by one you open the classroom doors and open fire.

you do not look at the carnage you have created, you just close the doors and move on to the next.

that song you love plays into your ears through your i pod, your mp3 or just one that you hum to yourself or blast out in your subconscious.

make up a reason why you are doing it: you got bullied, you failed all your exams, you hate the teachers, you hate life, you are a disgruntled father, brother, sister, student. or you simply find the idea fun...

dont think of the consequences, dont think of the repercussions. dont think of your victims, dont think about all of the surprise and the anger; think only of yourself and the moment. this is your time and no one can ever take that away from you.

the headmaster stands in the hall in front of you, just you and him; you have one round left. he warns you that things have gone far enough, to think about what you are doing. you aim at his face and fire. he covers his face with his arm; the blue of the paint ball splats upon the arm of his suit, the rest covering his hair making him look like a smurf.

the headmaster looks at you and you at him. you have a moment before the students enter the hall. he knows your frustration, he knows your anger, your pain. he offers you a look of reconciliation and invites you into his office. with the paint ball gun swinging by your side; you accept.

as you walk into his office you say to yourself 'I Don't Like Mondays'

Brenda Spencer is still in prison after being refused parole on many occasions; she still does not accept responsibility for her actions.  the events have always fascinated and shocked me and i have always used it as a benchmark to judge human morality and behaviour.

this song was about/inspired by Brenda and those events back in 1979.