Kim Janssen: I knew the gun couldn't be real because the shooting always happens before I get there.
Even when the crazed teenager standing five yards from me on the corner fired two warning shots into the sky, it didn't sound loud enough.
Nobody in the crowd of 25 to 30 mourners seemed to believe he could be so brazen.
Then the gunman lowered his snub-nosed black revolver, aimed down Kildare and fired two or three shots, and we stopped rationalizing and ran for our lives.
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