Of junkies and the I.R.A.

October 27, 2008 by admin.

I must apologise to all my loyal readers, I have been neglecting my duties as an informer and a reporter. I’m sorry I’ll do better in the future.

Anyway, I’m in the “great” Galway, it rains here allot and is amazingly cold for only being 45-50 degrees. I left cork Friday on the 10:30 train and made the entertaining mistake of helping an old man on to the train. he said to me “Son, help an old man on to the train, i don’t see too well any more.” so I did… oops, he leaned in real close and thanked me. God I think the alcohol  on his breath burned all of the hair from my nose (its ok they needed a trim anyway). so he demanded that I sit with him, and as it seemed i had no choice i did… oops. And with that we were off to Dublin where i would transfer to Galway. he began by saying that he left his half bottle of whisky in the train station, and said he was going to the bar to get a beer and asked if i wanted one, it is 11:00 at this point and i realised i was dealing with a professional. i said no… oops. he came back 10 minuets later with a bag of beer and handed me one so i took it, what choice did i have… oops. So over the next 2 hours he would tell me about his life and serving in the I.R.A. interesting fellow but i think even without the beer i was drinking his breath would have gotten me drunk enough. after he finished his 2 beers and i finished my one a guy my age waled by and the old guy says “hay, do i know you?” and the guy says “I don’t think so.” After discussing it for a while he sat with us and we all got to talking. Shit i forgot to tell you the drunk ex-I.R.A. old man was very adamant about telling the truth. back to the three of us. the old man asks the kid what he was going to Dublin for and the kid says, I kid you not, “i have to tell you the truth, I’m a drug addict and I’m going to get heroin for my friends and me for the week”… oops. so there i found myself, sitting on the train with a tiney Alcoholic ex-I.R.A. soldier (who had shown me his gun shot wounds) and a junkie from Killarney going to Dublin to pick up a shipment of smack for his mates. That was the most fucked up train, ever. needless to say my trip from Dublin to Galway was a bit more tame, but at leat I have a good story to tell.

I’m in Galway now and leaving tomorrow, more to come on the “great” Galway later. for now i must go because my Internet time is up. but Galway had some interesting events. so keep checking in.

love to all,

The Lost

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