We weren’t drunk
We weren’t stoned
We weren’t spellbound by spellbinders
We weren’t blinded by religion
We weren’t on doctors’ prescriptions
We weren’t watching it on TV
We weren’t reading it in the paper
We were running down a long narrow track towards Lough Dan
Steeped in our own serotonin
Swallowed alive by the now
Saffron and cochineal along the way, goats, woodcocks and strawboys
A whisper away from being pilgrims in the time of St. Kevin
A whisper away from understanding the world.
I had a party last night for my birthday and basically everyone got incoherently hammered. Like people were dropping like flies, we got a bus in with 38 people and I’d say about 15 were in the club max. The aim was to make sure everyone was too drunk to remember how shit the party was. I succeeded.
It was a fun night 10/10 would turn 20 again.