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Sometimes I’m just drivin’, thinkin’, “Man, I could use some company.” Ain’t ashamed—shit’s human. But findin’ one? Tricky as hell. You hit a corner, see a girl in fishnets, but is she a cop? Motherfucker, I ain’t tryna get cuffed! Once saw this dude hagglin’—$20 for a blowie, she’s like, “Fuck off, cheapskate!” Had me dyin’—pimp prolly took half anyway. Funny, but sad too, y’know?

Nobody is coming soon

Reviews: The Memoirs of John M. Regan, a Catholic Officer in the RIC and RUC, –, Becoming Conspicuous: Irish Travellers, Society and the State –, Nineteenth .

So, we decide to hit up the local pub, The Carraig, for some grub and maybe a pint. I’m starving, and I need to vent about the power outage. We get there, and it’s packed. Everyone’s talking about the same thing—some big event happening later. I’m like, “What event?” Turns out, there’s a gaming tournament at the community center.

Death Notice of Brendan Mulvaney (Carrick-on-Suir, Tipperary)