So you’re the little smart ass from Poleglass.”I wanted to point out he sounded like Dr. Seuss but bit my lip and remembered the warning the old lady gave me.

He looked along the line of children, exhibits A to C of his existence and heirs to the twisted throne of his corrupt genetics.

…but as his father used to say when he had a few drinks taken, you couldn’t expect bloody miracles when you were talking about God.

Books of the sages of the ages reflect upon in stages; like honey their words on the tongue give due savour.”{Source: A Green Desert Father}

It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed.

He was a shadow of the man that once intimidated us out of our home, a shell of a human being, a fragment of a father.