Monday, November 13, 2006
Dublin City Blues
"I walked down Gardiner’s to
Parnell Street and stopped in Londis for a pack of cigarettes. Three euros and forty cents for a ten pack Camel lights. Can you believe it? Everything’s so expensive in this city. I tried a couple of times to smoke tobacco to roll. It’s cheaper, especially if you buy them in Moore Street at the Food Market to one of the old ladies selling a sack of potatoes for two euros. But in the end, the nicotine junky habit isn’t truly and completely satisfied. So we end up paying the high government taxes for the single habit of destroying our lungs and obstructing our vascular vases.
So as I've said, I was strolling down
Parnell St. The old junkie lady and drunken type hobos are a part of the scene. They never seem to give it a free day. They stare at people eyes, looking for a sign of redemption that’d slightly bless their pathetic existence. They’re just waiting for the call. A call that didn’t ring when it was supposed to. It hurts to see people throw their miserable lives away. Nobody put them in that position. There’s no blame to blow to. There’s no fingering anybody. They were not meant to be part of this mechanical existence. Ludicrous machines. Not programmed to engage in any social activity. Just drink their lives away..."