Executive summary: This miserable scrote decided (for reasons now only known to himself) to go on a little extemporaneous murder of anyone who happened to be within range of his gun, ending up with three dead victims and over half a dozen badly-wounded ones.
He may well have gone on to greater things, but being that this was in Idaho, there happened to be an armed citizen in the immediate area, who jumped out of his car and popped off a shot or two in the scumbag’s general direction. Said scumbag, alarmed that he might himself be shot and hearing police sirens in the distance, saved Our Hero the cost of an extra bullet and society of legal costs by just wasting [sic] himself.
Had Our Hero’s aim been true, this would have been Righteous, but he missed, hence the title of this post.
Lesson learned: you never know when a little trip to get a burger — even at In-N-Out — might put you in the proximity of scum like the above, so whatever the reason, if your trip is a short one always carry your frigging gun.
And, of course, in Vulcan’s name: practice, practice, practice.