I Am For Who I Was In

He Sits In An Old Armchair In The Corner Covered With Bits Of Blankets And A Bucket Behind The Chair That Stinks Enough To Make You Sick And When You Look At That Old Man In The Dark Corner You Want To Get A Hose With Hot Water And Strip Him And Wash Him Down And Give Him A Big Feed Of Rashers And Eggs And Mashed Potatoes With Loads Of Butter And Salt And Onions.i Want To Take The Man From The Boer War And The Pile Of Rags In The Bed And Put Them In A Big Sunny House In The Country With Birds Chirping Away Outside The Window And A Stream Gurgling.

Andy Says, I Don't Understand How They Can Give Loans To People Who Want To Spend Two Weeks Lying On The Sand At The Goddam Jersey Shore And Then Turn Down A Woman With Three Kids Hanging On By Her Fingernails.

It’s Lovely To Know That The World Can’t Interfere With The Inside Of Your Head.

Happiness Is Hard To Recall. Its Just A Glow.

When I Look Back On My Childhood I Wonder How I Survived At All. It Was, Of Course, A Miserable Childhood: The Happy Childhood Is Hardly Worth Your While. Worse Than The Ordinary Miserable Childhood Is The Miserable Irish Childhood, And Worse Yet Is The Miserable Irish Catholic Childhood.