I’m an Aussie but I had been living in Galway, Ireland for the last 4 years. Smiling, I walk further into my grandparents’ home and drop my bags as I’m greeted with the most delicious aroma of my grandmother’s cooking. I make my way back to my grandfather, who is sitting outside smoking a pipe. I moved here shortly after losing my heart to a Galway Girl. So, you’re American? she asks a little louder than necessary. I’m enjoying the friction and the heat from her pussy pressed tightly against my jean encased cock just as her cell phone starts to ring. Back to the dark, early morning winter starts in the pool with the crew, back out on the bike for a bone rattling, clothes soaking, finger and toes numbing 4-6 hours in the saddle, and back puddle plodding around Dublin, Wicklow and Galway. A home internationally branded race requires local, county and national government involvement, and a butt load of road closures. The hissing of rapidly escaping gas was music to my ears and soon I had a fine tough tyre to work with again. I’ve been racing really late into the season, after the frustrating mid season issues.
I’m back home in Arkansas for a visit, and on the last night of my trip we have a big get-together with the extended family. My pajamas still warm with sleep, I sit on the edge of my bed, head in hands, glaring at the ghost of Horshack present: brown corduroy pants and a mustard yellow turtleneck. But she remained happy to get a scratch behind the ears or trick you out of your dinner until the very end. Not long after that evening my best friend Tommy, that dirty treacherous potatoespotatoespotatoespotatoespotatoespotatoespo tatoes as if he didn t have enough women on the side took it upon himself to bed my Joanie. I’m still trying to get my head around the logic of that one. This was when I started getting worried. Evan is nearly though the door when he tells Heather he won’t be home for the solar eclipse. I took off back to the car and hid behind it with my hands over my ears and my eyes closed. He got her to sit on him, facing away. That evening, after he has left Brooke in bed (but still carrying the taste of her in his mouth) he writes in his magazine article that, from what he has observed, the world looks better in the shadows of an eclipse even if it is in a sad, somehow sterile, way.
Because what I did know of you was how generous you were with your time, I feel I can talk to you from here, that you would be willing to press the shell of your hand to your ear for a few minutes to listen. How can I learn to make a little spot for grief, here, right next to me, right inside the poem the way you so often did, where it won’t really bother anyone, a place where grief can just sit by my side, looking at the passersby? Their father even laughed at the very idea the boat rental required a deposit. She sprinted past all the busy looking students, hoping to get home before her father. My Dad did something really bad but I shouldn’t get bullied for it, I’m my own person and I had nothing to do with this. Our farming year begins in Springtime when the cows start to calf. She had two calves already and I called one of them Joey after the movie War Horse. By the time I get to work the car’s radiator was boiling over, my clothes are soakin feckin wet, and Ismell like baked cat!!November 9th:Tried to run some messages after work. There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig. After Murphy read it, he turned to the agent and asked, Has me house got all this here? Paddy replied that he drove his car home and went to bed.
‘See My Friends. She shrugged, made a hurt face, then planted a smile on Bob that was as broad as Galway Bay. Behind dark lenses her eyes were deep-set, large, round, and they looked at Bob much too hard as she talked into his ear in short bursts: not in whispers but out loud, creating a disturbance. Sylvia leaped out of bed when the banging started.