[95] Star Ballroom Dance Studio, Monterey Park, California

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ninety one. Son of like an automatic fire on active shooter. Ports of an active shooter, active shooter, active shooter, and mass casualty incidents. Thank you for listening. You were listening to Active Shooter, a podcast that may contain adult themes, explicit language, and graphic depictions of violence. Portions of this show may be traumatic for those under eighteen. Listener discretion is advised. Tenth standoff has just ended. Heavily armed police locating a body with a

self inflicted gunshot wound inside a van. They were hunting for the suspect in the deadly shooting overnight in Monterey Park, a predominantly Asian community. That attack happening in the midst of lunar New Year's celebrations. The situation unfolded over several hours this afternoon, authorities surrounding a white van and torrents about an hour's drive away from the crime scene. Swat teams using a drone and their armored vehicles

to look inside before eventually entering. Earlier in the day, authorities released photos of a suspect and appealed for the communities help in locating him. Authorities say the shooter entered the crowded dance studio around ten o'clock Saturday night and open fire, killing at least ten people and wounding ten others, some of them critics. Officials say another incident and a nearby dance hall is connected. At that location, a man with a gun entered bystanders wrestled the gunaway, The man

fled, No one was hurt. If you knew when your last day on earth would be, how would you use that time? Would you spend it trying to change the inevitable? Would you weep and moan about all you would be losing? Or would you spend your time pursuing things that brought you nothing but joy. Life is incredibly hectic these days, and we live in a world of hurry up and go. We live in a world of false reality filled with anger and hate, and we are overworked and stressed out with busy

lives, families, and juggling multiple jobs. Most are rarely afforded moments to pursue happiness. The shooting we are covering today at the Star Ballroom in Monterey Park, California is no less tragic or heart wrenching than any other case we've covered. The stark difference is that each of the shooting victims in today's case was doing the thing they love the most. There was no premonition of death. They each just understood the importance of finding joy and seizing it every day,

for we never are guaranteed tomorrow. Today's case is dedicated to the lives and memories of the nine injured survivors in the eleven shooting victims, Valentina Marcos, Alevro, Diana Man, Ling, Tom Ming Wi Ma, My My Nan, Lilan Lee, Jiwan Yu Moi, Dai Hong Hong Ying Yan, Yulon Ko Chi Ling Yao, and When Tao Yu Active Shooter. The podcast

is a high five holy production and I'm your host JT. If you've listened to our prior episodes, you know that the Active Shooter Podcast team has taken the no notoriety pledge and we will not be sharing the real name to the shooters that we cover. We will be giving the shooters a pseudonym and refer to them by that name throughout the episode. This will help in clearing up

any confusion in the story. While remaining true to our pledge and not naming the shooter by their actual name, we will refer to today's shooter as Keith. In Monterey Park, California, on Saturday, January twenty first, twenty twenty three, the atmosphere was jovial and festive as residents danced in the streets,

rejoicing over a day long Lunar New Year Festival event. It was the first time since the pandemic that revelers were able to come together for the celebration, and the party went into the evening hours and was to continue the following day. The day was filled with typical California sunshine, but was rather chilly. Monterey Park is about ten miles east of Los Angeles in the San Gabriel Valley. The areas distinguished by its appreciation and representation of Taiwanese, Vietnamese,

and Chinese American culture. The Star Ballroom dance Studio located at one twenty two Westguarve Avenue, Sat, nestled into a strip mall next to the quote traditional Guylind Noodles restaurant. The studio, which has been owned by Maria Leang since twenty thirteen, is partially brick on the outside, with green and white striped awnings over the windows. Signs in both English and Chinese hung in the windows of the studios announcing each of the various dancing lessons offered, including Salsa,

Cha, Cha, tengo and the Waltz. Decorations were adorning most of the studio on that particular Saturday night since they were hosting a Chinese New Year countdown dance party. About fifty to sixty were attending the party, and as such, fifty to sixty people were in grave danger and they were completely unaware. Keith arrived at the studio at approximately ten twenty pm wearing a black and white

beanie cap, glasses, and a black leather jacket. With him, Keith carried a Cobra M eleven nine semi automatic pistol and Nornko Type fifty four seven point six two by twenty five millimeter semi automatic pistol. As he walked towards the studio, Keith spotted sixty five year old my my Non's car, and he briefly veered off course, walking with purpose towards the driver's side window. There, he raised one of the guns and fired into the vehicle several times.

My Mine was hit and slumped over, while the passenger, my Miye's dance partner, was miraculously left unharmed. Born on August fifteenth, nineteen fifty seven, Mamey immigrated from Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam to Rosemead in the nineteen eighties. Known as a considerate woman, she was always checking in with her family, taking care of them whenever needed. Myme lived to dance.

According to her instructor, she had an innate ability to bring others together through dance and friends at the studio where she'd been going for years, say that Mymey always sipped tea sitting near the stereo during breaks. The pleasant woman who was friendly and friends with everyone, will be deeply mourned. After shooting my Miye, Keith entered the ball room, raised his gun yet again and began shooting. While it was later discovered that Keith most certainly targeted this dance studio.

It's not clear whether there was a specific individual he was stalking. The man who originally owned the dance space, Mingwei Ma wasted no time. He rushed Keith, hoping to stop the shooting before any unnecessary loss. Tragically, Mingwe was shot and instantly killed. Though he no longer owned the studio, he was still the manager and loved dancing immensely and was well known in the

local dancing community, endearingly referred to as mister Ma. Mingwe was born on August nineteenth, nineteen fifty, before immigrating to the United States from China. A pillar of the community, Mingwe had a wicked sense of humor and was exceptionally talented and genuinely enjoyed others, always quick to jump in with encouragement to

the other dancers. The love Mingwe zooted was felt by all, as evidenced by the words used to describe mister ma on the go fund me that was established to help cover funeral expenses, which read that he quote helped build a community that dearly loved and respected him for his kindness and liveliness. As Keith fired into the ballroom, the Chinese song Light Rain in March played in the background. The beloved dance song became a disturbing soundtrack to the horror and chaos

that filled the ballroom. By ten twenty two pm, reports of gunfire coming from the Star Ballroom were coming into police and nine one one dispatch. Dancers who were focused solely on their moves didn't really register the gunfire, initially believing

it to be fireworks from the festival that had taken place that day. As the realization that they were under attack dawned on many of the partygoers, a rain of bullets blasted out of Keith's firearm as he fired in a spraying motion, intent on striking and killing as many innocent people as he could manage. Nine one one, Yeah, I want to report, Yes, studio, somebody already report. No, what's going on here? Somebody is losing a gun Swooden people. He decide he's EI the studio, So we just we

just come out. How long ago? Uh? What's the address? I don't know the conda of a gobby? And and why to kill West Garvey? Stop dance? Is there ony too? West Garvey? Is it? Star Dance? Scuty out. Yeah, yeah, that's the one. That's the guy is reloading the If anyone hurt, I don't know, you better say policia right away. He might start shooting again. I'm I'm outside the building. I don't know if anybody's got her a lot? How long ago? Just two minutes ago? Okay? Can you see if anyone I don't

know who's happened too fast? Everybody's uh free run away, So I don't know. Did you see did you would be the people who holding the coast the entrance and just started shooting. I think it was fast, so it was a mail, yeah mail. Just one died? Okay? Did he did he run away on foot or did he go into them? I don't know. He's trying to reload the or the gunner. People kept just ren Did you know how old? Do you have an inscription? Is he black? White? A? No? No? No? It happened two us.

Can can you even see? I thought he was using a firework, I mean fire practice. So still a row of people outside outside the building now, so you better send the police before we go bank get my stuff? Okay, okay, give a second. Sixty eight year old Valentino Marcos Alavro, also known as Val, was one of the dancers that was shot in the ballroom. A Filipino American, he was born on November third, nineteen fifty four and was a fun loving father, grandfather, son, brother,

and uncle. A devout Catholic, Val lived to the fullest and was described by a friend on Facebook as a man who was always smiling and loved music and dancing. Val dreamed of retiring and returning to the Philippines. Often described as the life of the party, his gregarious spirit will be greatly missed by so many. Keith continued circling the ballroom, firing at random, yet not erratically. People fell to the ground, and the sounds of screaming rapidly

overtook the music that continued to play. Lelan Lee, a warm hearted sixty three year old grandmother, was described by her daughter as quote a pillar of strength and optimism. Born on November twenty third, nineteen fifty three, Lelan went on to have one daughter and two grandchildren who were the lights of her life, and she was theirs. She has survived by a brother, two

sisters, and of course her cherished daughter and grandkids. Most of her family lives in China, so a go FUNDMI was set up to help with travel and funeral expenses so her loved ones could mourn their monu mental loss. As petrified dancers rushed to and fro desperately trying to find a way to escape or hide, a small group of about five to six people took shelter inside a tiny storage closet, tiny as in one and a half by three feet tiny.

Yet the human will to survive, coupled with the extreme adrenaline, can allow a person to do things they may not ordinarily accomplish. Many others weren't as lucky, including Chi ling Yao and When Tao Yu. When Tao Yu was born on September fourteenth, nineteen fifty eight in Taiwan. He was a reserved man who, despite being sixty four years old, had recently begun studying

to become a pharmacist. He was very close with and enjoyed doing things with his immediate family, and they had been attending the Lunar New Year's celebrations together for years before the shooting. The annual festival will now be a time to remember and mourn their tragic loss. Seventy six year old Chi was born on March sixth, nineteen forty six, and acquired dual citizenship in Taiwan and the

United States. Known as Charlie by friends and loved ones, he lived life to the max and was passionate about music, traveling, and of course, dance. A compassionate father, brother, uncle, and friend, Charlie is described by his son as quote generous with words of love and affirmation. This world is much too short on people who live by such words, making the loss felt deeply and by many. Some people were injured in the pure chaos

that exploded right after the gunfire. Others were nearly trampled in the mad dash to get out of the building. A man named Bill was sitting outside of the ballroom in the parking lot of the Strip Mall when he saw a small group of six or seven people burst out of the building. A few of them jumped into the bed of his truck, while another man knocked on the

window, telling Bill there was danger and they needed to get away. Thinking that there was likely a fight or maybe even a fire, Bill began to drive away, and as he was turning from the parking lot, he heard gunfire break out behind them. Bill drove the group to safety, effectively saving several lives that night. Meanwhile, back in the ball room, a dancer named Yu Lunko was using his body as a human shield for several others when

he was shot and killed. The seventy two year old was born on January tenth, nineteen fifty one, and was called Andy by friends and associates. Andy was a contractor that sold materials for making gates and windows. A bachelor at heart, he never married or had children, but he was far from solitary. One family member said that Andy was a generous, compassionate man who

loved sports and dancing. Andy and his dance partner of fifteen years, Shally, where at the ball room doing what each loved when the shooting started. Andy was desperately trying to save Shalli and others when he was murdered. After the shooting, Shalli's husband created a go fund Me to help raise money for funeral expenses, noting that the selfless man took a bullet for his wife, a debt that can never be repaid, not that Andy would have wanted it

that way. It wasn't even a consideration that he wouldn't protect his partner or anyone else for that matter, the witty upbeat man was a presence that will surely be missed. All around the ballroom, gun blasts rang out, punctuated by horrified screaming. A man yelled gunshots, which initially sent people diving towards the ground, seeking immediate shelter under anything anywhere. The scent of gunpowder mixed with the metallic smell of blood, and as one can imagine, the sight

was like something straight out of a horror film. Fifty seven year old Jiu xuan You was shot and killed in the ballroom. Born on Tober first, nineteen sixty five, she immigrated to the United States from China in the early twenty tens seeking a better life. The mother of three did odd jobs with her husband working incredibly hard in very labor intensive fields, ensuring they could provide

a good life for their children. Provide they did. Two of the three kids were seeking degrees in sports medicine and kinesiology at California State University, with some financial and a ton of emotional support from their folks. Ju Juan was an accomplished home cook who relished in making delicious meals and delivering them to family members. Her specialty dishes were soy sauce duck, sticky rice, and soy sauce chicken. The altruistic woman went out of her way to do for others,

and she will be intensely mourned. Sixty seven year old Moy Dai Ung was born on October eighth, nineteen fifty five. A Vietnamese refugee. Moi cherished her life in America and was an exuberant dancer. Her favorite activities included eating, gambling, and dancing, and she even did all three at once on occasion. Hongying John, or Nancy, as her family, friends and neighbors referred to her, was born on December sixteenth, nineteen sixty and was

sixty two when she was killed. An extremely active person, Nancy played volleyball, played the piano, and of course, she danced. She also talked about her plans to neighbors and loved making new friends, but always maintained her long standing friendships. Nancy was from the Sichuan Province and her husband was from Shanghai, and the couple planned to go to Shanghai to visit her mother, but COVID nineteen restrictions prevented the visit. Before Nancy's untimely an unnecessary death.

Seventy year old Diana mon Ling Tom was born on May twentieth, nineteen fifty two, and was the last of the shooting victims to pass away. Diana was rushed to the lac USC Medical Center, where she ultimately died from her injuries. A dedicated mother, she was also a wife and grandmother roles she took very seriously. Diana gave herself to anyone in need and chose to express herself through dance. It was only fitting that the last thing Diana would be

doing in this life is dancing. Ten people were pronounced dead at the scene, including six women and five men. We have sixteen patients at this time. Let's go ahead. Our engine sixty two as a tween sixty one with three as. I got three immedias in here, and I got a professionally ten diseased. I'm going to need another edge company for a litter team to

get these im mediates out here. Keith only used the Cobra M eleven nine, which is a variation of the MAC eleven with an extended high capacity magazine. This kind of firearm, along with the high capacity magazine, are illegal in the state of California. However, it seems the gun was purchased in nineteen ninety nine and was never registered. A total of forty two rounds were

fired at the Star Ballroom dance studio, but Keith wasn't finished. He left the ballroom, got back into his car, and drove about two and a half miles to the Lili Ballroom and Studio in Alhambra, California. Keith parked and entered the dance studio. In the lobby, he encountered Brandon Say, who saw the weapon and instantly took action. Keith was prepping the weapon, and Brandon seized the minuscule window of opportunity. He lunged at Keith and grabbed

onto the gun. Keith began to punch brandon closed fist in the face. He repeatedly tried striking Brandon on the back of his head too, but Brandon was able to somewhat fight back. He threw elbows, trying to separate both himself and the gun from Keith. When he finally managed to disarm Keith, Brandon scrambled away from Keith, stood aimed the weapon and ordered him to leave or shoot. He both saved the day and extended grace to a monster who

would never extend back. Brandon's family owned the studio, and he was intent on protecting both. He called nine one one, and the police arrived within three minutes. Madness had ensued. By the time they arrived. People were running everywhere and screaming, blood curdling, utterly, gut wrenching howls. It was Chinese New Year's We were posting a social dance party. I was into lobby. It was late into the evening, most of our customers already left.

I wasn't paying attention to the front door. I was looking into the dance ballroom to dance floor, and this is when I heard the sound of the front door creaking closing, and instantly followed by the sound of a metal object clinking together as if they were rubbing. That's when I turned around and saw that there was an Asian man holding a gun. My first thoughts was I was going to die here. This was it. No, I did not recognize him. This was somebody I have never seen before. He didn't

seem like he was here for any money. He wasn't here to rob us. When he was looking around the room, it seemed like he was looking for targets people to harm. This is when he started prepping the weapon and something came over me. I realized I needed to get the weapon away from him. I needed to take this weapon, this arm him, or else everybody would I have died. When I got the courage, I lunged at him with both my hands, grabbed the weapon, and we had to struggle.

We struggled into the lobby, trying to get this gun away from each other. He was hitting me across the face, bashing the back of my head. I was trying to use my elbows to separate the gun away from him, creating some distance. Finally, at one point I was able to pull the gun away from him, shove him aside, create some distance, point the gun at him, intimidate him, shout him and say get the

hell out here, I'll shoot get away. Go And at this point I thought he would run away, but he was just standing there contemplating whether to fight or to run away. I really thought I would have to shoot him if he came at me. This is when he turned around and walked out the door, dropped back to his van. I immediately called police with the gun still in my hand after an incident. I was I was shook. I was shaking. I was shaking all night. I couldn't believe what happened.

After waking up, I noticed there was bruising all over my body. My face has a bruise across the nose, and the back of my head has some bruising. I can't believe that this could happen. A lot of people have been telling me how much courage I had to confront a situation like this. But you know what courage is. Courage is not the absent fear, but rather the ability to have adversity, to fear when fear. Fearful events happened such as this, and in crisis is like this. The people

need courage, especially the victims, their friends, their families. My heart goes out to everybody involved, especially the people in Star Dance Studio and Monterey Park. I hope they could find the courage and the strength to persevere. Despite the relatively quick notice of the shooting, police inexplicably waited about five hours before alerting the public. The shooter had fled the scene and was on the

run. At three thirty am, the La County Sheriff's Captain Andrew Meyer conducted a press conference wherein he announced the deaths of the victims and alerted the public that the shooter was at large, armed and dangerous. Keith was on the run for nearly twelve hours. At ten twenty am, a white cargo van was spotted by police in Torrance, California, about thirty minutes southwest of Monterey Park. A traffic stop was executed on the van as it pulled into a

parking lot of a shopping plaza. Police were ordered to prevent any vehicles from entering or exiting the parking lot. All lanes of traffic were blocked off, and at about ten forty am, an officer could be heard over the radio saying, quote, just a little bit of information the Monterey Park case from last night. This is going to be related. Officers carefully approached the vehicle, guns at the ready. They heard a single gunshot and retreated back to

their patrol vehicles to call in a tactical team elsewhere. At eleven o four a m. The La County Sheriff's Department released a bulletin asking the public for information about the individual wanted for the shooting, and shared still photos extracted from surveillance videos. They didn't know that by the time they released the bulletin, another team had already located the van. Three armored vehicles surrounded the van at

twelve fifty two PM. One was positioned directly in front of the van, one directly behind, and one parallel to the driver's side of the van. They had effectively cut off all means of escape for Keith. However, they added precaution ultimately proved to be unnecessary because at one p m. Keith was located in the driver's seat of the van and pronounced dead. With the threat

extinguished, the armored vehicles pulled away and an investigation began. Keith's house was searched and a three or nine caliber rifle and hundreds of rounds were located, along with numerous items that were consistent with assembling a homemade gun suppressor. Keith was born on August fifteenth, nineteen fifty in China and immigrated to the States,

specifically California, and began working as a semi truck driver. In nineteen eighty nine, he purchased a home which must have felt like the proverbial American dream. Things weren't quite that idyllic, though. On November twenty seventh, nineteen ninety, Keith was arrested for carrying a concealed weapon. You see. Keith called nine one one, claiming to have chased down a man who allegedly

robbed a liquor store in San Gabriel. Despite Keith's claims, police wrote a report and detailed the fact that there were no other calls reporting a robbery. The officer requested to pat Keith down, and he agreed. A hard object was felt on Keith's person and out came a thirty eight Special from Keith's pocket. The firearm was a snub nosed German made revolver and was loaded with hollow point live rounds, which is a type of ammunition that has nicknamed cop killers

due to their ability to pierce body armor. Keith was detained and placed in the back of the patrol vehicle while another officer interviewed the liquor store employee. The employee explained that some man came in and stole some beer, so the other customer, Keith, took it upon himself to play hero and chase the thief down. For his part, Keith claimed that he was out walking his dog. When the liquor store employee claimed that someone had stolen the beer.

Keith ran home, dropped the dog off, and grabbed a gun, which he later claimed was for protection against a person that no one asked him to chase. Keith was eventually charged with carrying a loaded firearm and carrying a concealed weapon. The research was unclear on how the case was resolved. In nineteen ninety two, Keith met a woman at a restaurant and the pair began dating. The woman told Keith that she was still technically married but was seeking a

divorce. Keith later went to the local police station, claiming that he was being harassed and threatened by the woman's sister. Keith said the woman was a Taiwanese gang member who was threatening to have him killed if he continued dating the woman. In early nineteen ninety three, he called the police again, saying that he located forty nine loaded shotgun shells on his lawn and he was certain the woman's family put them there to scare him. Police contacted the woman's husband,

who indicated that he knew his wife and Keith were messing around. When he left the country for work. He told the police that Keith was livid over the fact that he and his wife were working on their marriage. Keith was insanely jealous, and the husband claimed that it was Keith who was calling their home during late night hours. It was Keith that was threatening him. The husband claimed that everything Keith had reported against him was actually being done to

him by Keith. The whole situation was a convoluted mess, but there was no evidence of wrongdoing on any part, and the case was eventually closed. Keith met his future ex wife in two thousand and one, and the couple married pretty quickly into the relationship. The pair met at the Star Ballroom the sight of the shooting. Keith offered to give his wife informal dance lessons, and they immediately became regulars, both at the studio and in each other's lives.

Things seemed to be on track for a time, and in two thousand and two, Keith started up his own trucking company, and he was successful for a very short time before things turned sour. In two thousand and four, the trucking company collapsed, and from there things only got worse. Keith and his wife separated on December thirty, first, two thousand and five, and the divorce was final on May ninth, two thousand and six. While Keith's now ex wife says he was never violent with her, she admitted that

he was quick to anger. Keith was the one who filed for divorce and chose to represent himself in his filings. Keith demanded quote all assets, properties acquired, earnings and debts incurred before marriage and after separation, as well as quote all assets and properties acquired by inheritance, gift or device. Keith's ax agreed to the terms, and as such, all assets were split based on who had what when they were married, and the former couple agreed not to

seek spousal support on either side. In twenty thirteen, Keith sold his house Sin San Gabriel, the one he purchased in August of nineteen eighty nine. After selling the house, Keith moved into an apartment with a roommate. Eventually, the roommates moved into a different home that Keith bought, yet maintained the

same roommate agreement. Keith's former roommates said the men were very good friends until Keith took a trip to Taiwan for a month, when he returned, everything changed and Keith began ignoring the roommate and eventually completely froze him out and refused to even speak. The roommate gave up and moved out, and when he did, Keith attempted to withhold his portion seven hundred and fifty dollars to be exact of the security deposit, claiming that the sink was broken, when in

reality it simply needed a good cleaning. The situation escalated to small claims court, and in January twenty fifteen, the roommate won the lawsuit and Keith was ordered to repay the seven hundred and fifty dollars security deposit, along with three hundred dollars in court costs. Keith wrote the roommate a check on the steps of the courtroom, and the two men never saw or spoke to each other ever again. After the lawsuit, he sold that house and purchased a mobile

home within a trailer park. Keith used to frequent the Star ballroom every night, but over time his attendants waned until he stopped going completely. Other dancers claimed that Keith struggled to get along with others, neighbors and seemed to have issues with Keith. One even went so far as to describe Keith as a nice guy, and most of the neighbors just thought he was quote some quiet little guy. On the other hand, a former tenant claims that Keith was

paranoid, trusting no one, and harboring hate towards others. Some people agreed with the assessment, while others simply thought he was quiet and a bit of a loner. And indeed, another neighbor described him as someone who quote didn't seem like he'd harm a fly. You know, he wasn't a big guy.

He'd pet your dog when you'd walk by. At the time of the shooting, Keith was living in a mobile home in the lake at him At West, which is a senior community located approximately eighty miles east of Monterey Park. While opinions vary, there don't seem to be any severe red flags where it became clear that Keith was planning or intending to carry out such a disgusting act. He had a fairly limited criminal history, with only one apparent arrest

for unlawful possession of a firearm in nine ninety. While it's a serious charge, to be sure, it's an automatic indicator of someone who will commit a mass shooting, it perhaps should have been enough to prevent the possession of firearms. Some red flags were beginning to emerge in the weeks and days leading up

to the shooting. He visited the Heavent Police Department on both January seventh and January ninth, twenty twenty three, claiming that his family was poisoning him and trying to report a theft and fraud that transpired in la ten to twenty years ago. He claimed that he had documentation to prove his claims and that he'd return, but we know that never happened. It was clear that this shooter targeted this dance studio, but why was the second dance studio a part of

his plan? Or did the shooter lose control after getting a taste for murder. It's equally clear that his mental health was deteriorating, perhaps quite rapidly. According to a CNN report dated July twenty fourth, twenty twenty three, the shooters at a manifesto to a local law enforcement agency, which may have included details of his plans for the shooting. No additional details have been released as of the writing of this episode, but if new information emerges, we will

keep you listeners updated. We all have the unique ability to help prevent such a catastrophic event from happening if we keep our ears and eyes open and never hesitate to report when something or some one just doesn't seem right. With the delicate balance of mental health reform, education, active shooter training, and common sense gun laws, we may one day realize the dream, the dream that there will be no more active shootings. We pray that love will prevail over

hate. In the meantime, we urge our listeners to stay aware of your surroundings and keep in touch with your loved ones. If you see something, say something, you never know how many lives you'll be saving. Thank you for listening to today's episode of Active Shooter the Podcast. Remember if you see something, say something, there's no telling how many lives you may be saving. A big thank you to Darren Curtis, who composed some of the songs

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