In the beginning of this decade I began getting piano lessons from Sister Michael. At 6 I took Christ’s body for the first time. I was half brainwashed with Catechism and discipline and eternal damnation on the horizon.
I saw “Rock Around the Clock” and learned what erections were for. Left the Altar Boys and found the F.C.A. Got long trousers, began to shave, tasted ale, Babycham and Jameson.
Won a County medal for Gaelic, sang solo in the Choir, could be a right little obnoxious bollix or the nicest lad in Ireland. Met Ronnie Delaney on his way home from Melbourne. Daddy died. Fuck it. He was sound.