At Least They're Committed

I can’t get the image of Daniel Rohrbough’s lifeless body laying prone on the sidewalk out of my head. Green T-shirt, dark jeans, brown hair. It’s the 10th anniversary of Columbine. I won’t go into that afternoon and night because it was traumatic and emotionally crippling for everyone, everyone and it’s not like I or any other journalist who worked that infamous day and long into that night are unique in our thoughts. I don’t want to explore it any more than my brain is forcing me to: I want whatever I can and have forgotten to stay that way. I just want them to get that little boy off the sidewalk. I just want that out of my head.