Rejection by the army finally sent Mickey off the rails. But the whisky and charcoal failed to achieve the desired effect: instead of suffocating to death he woke up with a hangover and a cough.
Angry at his survival, he swore revenge against everyone who’d never taken him seriously; he’d do something so evil they’d never forget him.
When the neighbour’s kid came round, on the pretence of helping put up some shelves, Mickey pulled a knife and attacked him.
Later: the bloody crime scene. “Ain’t your lucky day” says the kid as the paramedics load Mickey into the ambulance.
Angry at his survival, he swore revenge against everyone who’d never taken him seriously; he’d do something so evil they’d never forget him.
When the neighbour’s kid came round, on the pretence of helping put up some shelves, Mickey pulled a knife and attacked him.
Later: the bloody crime scene. “Ain’t your lucky day” says the kid as the paramedics load Mickey into the ambulance.
