Fite Nite

That's what I woke up to last night just after midnight. There's no school this week so all the little kiddies are out, partying it up like they did across the street from my place last night. I woke up to screaming and the sounds of feet slapping on pavement and then...thud, thud...ah yes, someone was getting the crap kicked out of him on my street. What did I do? Put on the old glasses, pulled back the curtain and watched the show. Acutally, I wasn't exactly enjoying it, just praying that no one was getting seriously injured cause then it woulda just gone on forever. One of my neighbours must have have the gardai as a big truck pulled up a few minutes later. This is my Ireland. At least once a weekend I wake up around 3am to the sounds of some drunk rambling up my street, singing songs about the good old boys (not Luke and Duke), and fighting for Ireland. Classic. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight!