Yes Dick, I know
My ipod I’m convinced has a mind of it’s own that saps from my subconcious. I left for ireland about a year ago, and right now my ipod is playing everything from U2, to flogging molly, to folk songs I grabbed as time passed.
Yes dick, I tell it. I want to go roaming again.
I know, stop reminding me. I have like responsibilities and stuff.
I know, I miss kissing married girls in bars, and listening to Craic in the streets, and bullshitting to Dublin teens.
Well even if I can leave tomorrow, I would skip that first one. I am faithful.
Seriously, I really am.
But it doesn’t have to remind me that I want to leave again!
