Every weekend, when the young folk go on the piss, young girls go into the water, usually in the canals and usually about three in the morning. Young Guards plunge into that freezing water and rescue them.
And how do the Guards feel about me?
Mmmmm…
When The Killing of the Tinkers was published, a parcel came through my door, a solid silver Zippo with the Garda insignia on it and a note that read,
“We don’t always approve of what you write,
but keep it up.”
It’s not exactly an endorsement, but, you know, it sure made my day. And what impressed me most?
It was primed, fueled, flinted.
You might say,
Good to go…
As is Jack, for one more run at it.
Or, perhaps… limp at it.