20 August 1999

This particular series was taken when I was drunk and angry with the world about something. However, unlike certian Irish poets, I don't seem to do my best work while under the influence.

I think I was trying to be some sort of Italian godfather. Imagine me mumbling incoherent rubbish about debts of honour and my family and you probably have a good idea of what I was doing.

I sure had a bunch of squinty eye action going on that night though.

You will notice that I still had my large sideburns.

** 1/2 just warming up	** 1/2 "my mother what?"	** "a wise guy, eh?"	** "maybe you need to meet "the fixer" "
** "I treated you like a son"	* "did you come to ask my blessing when you became a police officer?"	* "and you could have been an excellent plumber."	** 1/2 "come here, I have a present for you ... bang bang bang"
** more idiotic finger pointing	** "it was easily this big..."	** "then it bit off my hand..."	** "are you lookin' at me?"
*** kumface	* even I don't know what this is about	** "my own son, how could you?"	** "your children, and your children's children"