Chapter 1

"You need more backon fries my friend. Get some ex-ercise" Michael Daly
heard from over a wall from a car passing by as he say medatively in the
park. This was west of St.Johns road on a beautiful sunny sunday, propped
awake by one drank and 3 already waiting ciders.
This propellled him to lie back against the grass and break his yoga position
for want of a view of the blueish sky above and to chime him into think'ing
the big ideas his little brain had always reacher for thoughtout his life.

Michael Daly was engaged to a girl called Biana Roovews with a little ring to
prove his worth of proposal although seeing another almost girl called Rachel
Dunne his heart lay in perpetuall bliss for the time he spent alone and a
reasonpropelled by the fasination of the attached life he stived to be
worthwile of. A man around Bianca while at the same time under her roof
pair-owned by himself felt little cowarding in the relathonship with Rachael,
the relatively young girl.
Nother could be more forlorn for Michael and thats what the clouds told him
too. That he was the master of his sunny fate at St.Annex's Park as he wound
down to the halfway mark on the cider with more than a guzzled smoke tin
box already out for a refill.

The walls that surrounded the park were highish mish mash rocks that, akin
of a mental home with suggestion enough to climb the all but not result of
getting over it.
He had intention of eithe rthat or falling into his curppled gnarled self of foor
and thought that a wilde imagination etc, etc, etc. He planned leaving the
park at the brunt of 4 with the rubbish picked up and binned that he thought
of litter bugs in the kentucican way of marking his spot.
Dirty dirty water schumbaggary that did appeal to his dick of Rachaels half
clitoral seeking emotion but not his nature reserve fasiates lite him leave
rubbish in a public spot with the direct result of confronting a warden for a a
laugheougous part.

As as a dog went bu he lay his hands unthrilled on the tin box again not
breaking gaze with the dog, and with the other reached for the can almost
tawnting the madr with his glares.

He knew the ryhtym wouyld be the pinnacle of the drinking fest he got but
then had the resolution of chasing the dog down the street. Heretic he
claimed and instead barked two woofs at the owner as if to claim territory in
his sitting place. That he was a man dog too and unline a dog which has to a
lead he would mark his spot if any warden was to walk by.
He too had a dog at Bianca's place and felt remorse and stupid for lear-ing
him to chas his own tail alone in the dead of the house.
Alas as e butt-end reached its last fire breath he crack the last can of cider
and concentrated not on the wall or the late passing dog of the dog but went
in the binds of the tress and relieved himself.
Michael Daly was a good looking bloke and would pass of his admiraton for
the front orner of a book my aul day. For he thought that the charm and
craggily handsomenes that he could only be portrayed on paper and
especially in the picture format. He there got the idea that his looks or fraces
were that or a honed down pcitre that was passed around by some means of
a socialts convention.That he was parly or at least believed he was a socialist
only made him more handsome and whole-heartedly to that of the socialst
norm convention.
What he believe and what was true were always not far from his truth of the
world and that his simple fracing in the park was that of true red genius.

Now approaching the jew end of the can of cider with 3 empty soliders of
same disposition, he lay close to them and sang
"
Ioooouus dont worry,
Cant afforddddd,
tooooo!
"

He then skulled the last can and pushed the side of his geels up to get up
from the cross legged stance with imperishable percision, Almost not leaving
his stence and place behind him. Memories and compassion intact he year
gathered the empties and put them in the bag keeping eye on the gale to the
park spying for a warden to pick a go At.

Although not spying a warden he did see a Ben Rua pass by and thought to
himself that his place on them would class this one as a serial killer with the
muntant gene in full effect.
"Leave it" he said to himself although, never fully commited himself to a
fight, but always had the intention of. Not the luck of the drawn but skim off
the top of his head like a hair cut and would be high-lighted a purple shackle
for the rest of the day, Michael Daly then Zen-deliberated with himself to
maybe go for even more of a drink. As he pillow boxed his kentucican
tabacco as he lead the bag of rubbish to the bin and like his Ah father said a
wordless solomen prayer for the gone property. Filled with buzz and
excitment he head over to the granny flats with smile.
Just shy of this movement came the idea to re-enter the shop like a man of
ego and trade in his chipling coins for another two Cider. Plush estates of an
already done for mind, body and soul.
Chapter 2
As he unwound like a, spring on the seat he gathered his nerve and
squelshed open another can keeping eye for the ben rua that was lurking
about in his shadow.
Dropping stirways on an cv echer picture came to mind as his looked at the
granne flats and it was safe to say his throne seat in this estate mad he horny
for the conversation of some aul one to give him this property.
Current affairs, the economy or some stroke of conversation would tickle his
larynx and perhaps flavour the kentucian tabacco, his was so partial of as he
saw some one decred the stairs and another what of the out ter old style
buggie from the greand flat.
As he mad an attemptel to faultrey hide he etc, etc, etc as she came closer
and with almost no intention made the choice of talking to Michael.
'I see your making the best, of this beautiful sunndae where having'
'I've been treating myself to a few french ones' he said slipping into he rgap
of talk like a well oiled frog.
'Spirited away perhaps' she recast as they managed to well full eye contant
with each other. Michaels thoughts on Bianca as a leather lite touch to her
gaping smile.

Already a bit drunkish Michael listened to her talk of how long she had spent
in the flat as they let her topside flattery let him only stop to save a trip of a

look at his sole styled shoes. and a glimmering 'hello' was met on both sides
as somebody walked by. & thus left with a faint goodbye & pictures of he
granddaughter photocopied in black and white print.