Typical schoolboy angst. I HATED the Tony Soprano wannabes and a-shole sport-os/jocks I went to school with, but I NEVER wanted to pull a Columbine. Maybe bust in some skulls with a Louisville slugger, but not go on a shooting rampage.
One would think so, considering its location, but I don't know for certain. I really never met another family around here from Philly originally, though I've met some from suburban/rural PA. It seems most of the people I've met around here are native to the state of NJ. Others I've met are from various different states.