"cracker" Nine Eleven(2006) -

Kenny, fueled by cheap alcohol and a spiraling sense of irrelevance, watched an American stand-up comedian perform. The comedian's jokes, laced with a certain cultural arrogance that seemed to permeate post-9/11 America, acted as a catalyst. To Kenny, this laughing American represented the loud, overbearing narrative that was crushing his own lived horror into insignificance.

Fitz, with his wheezing breath and trembling hands, looked at Kenny and didn't see an ideologue. He saw a man drowning in a desperate need to be noticed, to make his specific pain matter in a world that had moved on. Kenny wasn't fighting for a cause; he was fighting against his own vanishing relevance. "Cracker" Nine Eleven(2006)

"You didn't kill him because he was American, Kenny," Fitz growled, the smoke from his cigarette curling like a physical manifestation of his thoughts. "You killed him because he was loud. Because the whole damn world is looking at them, and nobody is looking at you." Kenny, fueled by cheap alcohol and a spiraling

Dr. Edward "Fitz" Fitzgerald was always a man out of time, but in the autumn of 2006, the world had finally become as ugly and fragmented as his own psyche. Returning to a gray, rain-slicked Manchester from a self-imposed exile in Australia, Fitz found a city he barely recognized. He was back for his daughter Katy's wedding, dragging along his long-suffering wife Judith and their youngest son. But Fitz did not do domestic bliss. He did whiskey, chain-smoking, high-stakes gambling, and the dissection of human misery. Fitz, with his wheezing breath and trembling hands,

In a brutal, uncalculated outburst of savagery, Kenny murdered the comedian. It was a crime born of pure, distilled resentment.