Kimveer Singh Gill (July 9th, 1981 – September 13th, 2006) was the perpetrator of the Dawson College shooting at Dawson College in Montreal, Quebec, Canada on September 13, 2006. Gill killed one student and wounded nineteen others before committing suicide. Prior to the shooting he had a fascination with 9/11 conspiracy theories, the Iraq War, and the Columbine High School massacre.
Kimveer Gill was a 25-year-old Canadian born in Lachine, Quebec on July 9th, 1981. His parents were of Punjabi descent, and moved to Saint-Laurent from India in early 1981. The family later settled in the Fabreville area of Laval in 1987.
Gill attended Twin Oaks Elementary School in Laval from 1988 to 1993. He later attended Rosemere High School, where he was remembered by teachers as quiet and unassuming. Despite early media reports, he performed well academically, and most students remember him as having friends and certainly never being bullied. Gill graduated from Rosemere High School in June 1998.
Gill briefly received military training from the Canadian Forces Leadership and Recruit School in Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu from January 17th to February 16th, 1999. He had told his friends he wished to eventually become a mercenary. Gill did not complete his basic training; for unknown reasons he was deemed unsuitable for military service and was voluntarily discharged before receiving weapons training. Gill was a member of a rifle club and visited the Ville Saint-Pierre facility the day prior to the Dawson College shooting.
In extensive interviews with friends, family, teachers, and former colleagues, Gill was described as a quiet, nice, sensitive, generous person as well as "the nicest, gentlest person" with "a heart of gold." His friends say that Gill had a fascination with 9/11 conspiracy theories, the war in Iraq, and the 1999 Columbine High School massacre. He liked Jack Daniel's whiskey and was a user of ecstasy. In the last few months of his life, he ceased contact with his friends and parents, and seemed more depressed than ever.
2:22 am: Kimveer writes a will and a note to his family, part of it wrote "Sorry Mom and rest of family."
3:33 am: While listening to "Subway to sally- unsterblich", Kimveer posts a journal entry to his VampireFreaks page and describes his mood as "postal". After making the entry, Kimveer goes to sleep.
8:20 am: Kimveer wakes up, and makes breakfast while he waits for his contact lens to air dry. His final meal would end up being eggs and toast.
10:41 am: After drinking some Whiskey, Kimveer makes one final journal entry to his VampireFreaks page that read "Whiskey in the morning, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, good !! :) P.S. When i call people "niggah's" in my journals......it doesn't have anything to do with their skin color. I call white people niggahs too, it's just fun. It's all dave chappelle's fault, ever since i started watching the chappelle show, i can't stop calling people niggahs :(". He had also described his mood as "No mood :(", and listened to one last song "Megadeth - A Tout le Monde".
It is not known exactly what Kimveer did between 10:42 am - 12:39 pm, but we do know that sometime between this time period Kimveer had loaded all his weapons into the trunk of his car.
12:40 p.m: Kimveer arrives at Dawson college, and parks his Black Pontiac Sunfire next to Dawson Daycare, and begins to gear up.
I slowed down to a quick pace, and took off my outer shirt. That is how i managed to elude the 50 or more officers, including SWAT, K-9, and helicopters. I wish they had shot me dead that day. The last 3 days have been pure hell, filled with the reality that i might never see or hear from any of my friends and family. Ever. I hid in dumpsters and behind buildings and on side streets.
I am splitting this message into 2 parts, as i may die before i finish. I am able to write these final words because i managed to get in my apt early this morning. And this is where i shall rest in peace."
"There are many reasons why i must kill myself, rather than face hard labor in prison, or go on the run. I am too weak to make it in prison, and have too many mental problems. They would eat me alive in there. I would die of AIDS quickly and painfuly. Also it would be hell because of my sleeping disorders, which have ruined my life many times over (ARMY, Job Corps, Roommates) I am a loner by default and behind bars one is constantly being harassed by predators. Suicide in prison is much too painful and ineffective.
I can not go on the run, because i am a hesitant coward when it comes to crime. For the last 3 days i needed a car to leave town, but let multiple opportunities pass,. With so much fear. I could not pay my rent, though i prepared myself to do crimes. I backed out at the last moment every time. Survival of the fittest, and I am a weak person, doomed to fail.
I have tried my very hardest to make it in this life. Oh how i have tried. And now that it comes to having to prey on others to survive, i fail at that. I like to play like I don't have much empathy, but truth is i have too much. for some reason i give a damn about other people. And on that note i want to apologize to (Officer Jode Derickson[Hendrickson?]) for shooting him.
That is so f**ked up.. I don't deserve to walk the same planet as him. For the past 3 nights i could hear his agonized cries as i lay tossing and turning, sleepless in a cold dumpster, like the piece of garbage that I am.
For four years the man has served the tucson police department, and in a routine investigation, the man gets shot by a lowlife psychotic. For no reason other than he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wish he had made his target when he returned fire Tuesday. I honestly do, because, truthfully, i'm nearly too cowardly to take my own life. That is, until today. There is nothing that can end my resolve to end this, and end it now.
"A lifetime of fucking up, fixed in the blink of an eye." - Nine Inch Nails.
All i've ever done in this life is fuck up. And recently, i was damn near about to be evicted, and i thought things couldn't get any worse. And then i trusted another human being (neighbor Rick).. And from that, one bullet fucked my whole life up. Well, one bullet is all it takes to make it right again.
I had alot of mental problems, many of which kept me indoors for days at a time, and sleepless for days at a time. I was a nervous wreck.
Anyways, it's been a good run, and i am done with this piece of shit planet. I apologize in advance fir the grief this will cause my loved ones, but would you rather have me exist only to be a large black man's sex toy in prison? Or to steal cars and do bad things to "good" people, as a fugitive?
I have/had no other choice. This is the end for me, my time to finally rest in peace. I love you all more than words can express. -Resting in Peace Adam Christopher Fulton"
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"Trench in his room"
