The Trauma of Jimmy McNamara

I felt the barrel of the gun on the back of my leg and I burst into tears. It was an actual nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. The people have chosen to just live with the legacy of the troubles. But me, I just couldn't do it. There are just too many bad memories for me now. That and the bloke who subjected me to one of the most traumatic things in my entire life is just... free to walk the streets. People have so much blood on their hands that they use pint glasses have to be washed twice.