Talent like mine, is wasted on people like me. It's almost 5pm in Ireland, and after five in Cairo and Cape Town and Jerusalem and Johannesburg. I'll drink to that!
I went to bed at 8:30 last night and my legs immediately cramped up so I said fuck it, and took my damn meds. The cramps stopped while the strange background music continued to play on.
If their was an Irish pub in this hick Southern town, I would get my green on and go. But, all the places in this place require a red scarf at the door, and I don't have one.
I've been to many Irish pubs in my life, spread across the West Coast from the Bay Area to Puget Sound. The Irish do love to party, and it's a solid part of my blood line. Sláinte (Cheers in Irish)! Or as they say down here, Bráinte, which means May the pork brains become your matter!