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3am-4am

"free bouncy rides" anyone?

they don't know each other.

"let's see it." I walk over, they scoot, and I show them the pic.

"You're a lucky man." "why?" i say. "after the war my grandfather

punched the photographer in the nose... smashed his camera. he's

irish." i look at him, smell beer and middle of the night. "i hope

you don't emulate?" "it's a family trait," he says, "but it was a

different era." "it's in the manual." i say. "what's in what manual?"

"the photographers manual... you never take pictures of the

irish." his girlfriend laughs.

i think he's tired, not sad.



it wasn't raining.

that's my water.

one time i took a walk in the city

more walking in my future