True bravery is arriving home stinking drunk after a very late night out with the boys, being met at the door and assaulted with a broom by your wife... and still having the guts to ask:
"Are you cleaning, or were you flying somewhere?"
Rules? You mean we have RULES for that???


Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012