It’s like winter, in the middle of an incredibly cruel summer. Voices no longer drifting; I hear them clearly now, chastising, condemning. Things never do change, do they? It wasn’t gonna be easy; I knew that, I know this still. Really, I must have gone into this with the stubborn eyes of an innocent, refusing …
Three years ago: A dimly lit, seedy-looking hotel bar in Dublin. A man sits drinking alone. His bag, old and rangy, lies beside him. Inside: a laptop, several notebooks and some personal papers. The man finishes his last drink and turns to grab his bag. It is gone. The man was Bono, and the bag …
There has been much scratching of the head lately. I think I might have dandruff. I mean, the ne’er-do-well’s have been dancing though my mind all of last week so maybe they are the ones kicking up the scalpdust. No head-rush. It’s dementia as roadkill. I should have stopped at the fifth beer. Is it …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.