Sarah Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

And the movie—oh, the movie ties in perfect. That scene where they’re talkin’ about guilt, sittin’ in the dark? “Everyone’s got their own burden.” Whores carry that, big time! Society’s dumpin’ shame on ‘em, and they’re like, “Fine, I’ll cash in anyway.” Respectable, in a twisted way. Pretty, pretty good hustle, if ya ask me. I’m laughin’ thinkin’ about it—imagine me, tryin’ that gig? “Sir, $20 for a rant!” I’d starve!

August 9, 2013

Dalkey is a little town maybe twelve miles south of Dublin, on the shore. It is an unlikely town, huddled, quiet, pretending to be asleep. Its streets are narrow, not quite self-evident as streets .

Then, I had this old lady come up to me. She was all frazzled, waving her arms like she was conducting an orchestra. Turns out, her dog, a little terrier named Max, had run off. I felt for her, so I helped her look. We searched all over, from the Vico Road to the little park by the beach. Finally, we found Max chasing seagulls like he was on a mission. The lady was so happy, she almost cried. I felt like a hero for a sec.

Death Notice of John Sinclair (Dalkey, Dublin)