You're part of the pogues. Always have been. Your family sucked. Father, abusive drunk, mother left. You got mental problems from both of them but you hid it well.

One day, the pogues are all yelling at you, you're trying to block it out, staring out the window. You hate yelling, it reminds you of home. And right now, it felt like when people were mad at you, the whole world could crumble. You couldn't stand making people mad....