I am Irish (sub Irish with tosses of Italian English Cherokee, But read enough and you can well call me a 'Irish writer' and i like my words and my whiskey and I have a delightfully charming disregard for sentence structure and i rather like the flow of words to be as a river, what would you expect from a man raised on jack Kerouac and the fall? the most reflexive synapse in my syrup brains on toast for breakfast may very well be my last hurrah as who knows when a heart attack will strike me dead! or a anvil blows up the space rock radio station, or the ghost of flan O'brien challenges me to a drool over too many whiskey-apple juices.
oddly enough this is my first post post-first semester at communal university (six credits, all writing, but my real teachers are those who illuminate me with speech at local times at local bars and the books i check from the Boston Public Library and sometimes actually read)
they say if your a writer your drinking is warranted. ill buy that for a dollar.
