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Pól Ó Lorcáin
Paul Larkin
Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they
list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride
upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up
and down, all obstacles of distance, time and
place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge,
Chapter The Ninth
The Glorious Irish Republic - right here, right now
Right outside my door - a young woman, her face scorched by smack, throwing her ring up, whilst her equally young boyfriend, face emaciated by drugs watches helplessly. He can't hold her up because he's on two crutches, so he falls on to the pavement.
Jeez drugs are really cool aren't they?
right here right now in your glorious Republic
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"Apropos to drugs, I recall a visit to Kilrush, County Clare in the early 1990's and seeing what I perceived as heroin addicts in that small town. Hey, I am from NY and am street smart, to a certain degreee. I know how to recognize a druggie.
During that same visit, I stirred a bit of 'displeasure' in Kilrush by going to the local precinct and reporting that a local bar owner in the town had been serving men to a point of total inebriation (zero comprehension). I mean, totally shit-faced men walking out of the bar and possibly getting into their cars. I was horrified and simply made an inquiry as to whether or not an owner should not be serving liquor to a patron beyond a certain point. The Garda was not pleased with me and all of their body language indicated - get the fuck out of here. Another fucking American sticking his nose where it doesn't belong". "