around five or six years ago one quiet night I was parked outside the wrights cafe bar in swords after closing.
would'nt usually go near the kip but it was hard times.
my back door opened and a girl was placed in and a fella that turned out to be a doorman said will ye take her home there she has money. got badly caught off guard while your man walks back in the place and closes the door.
where are you going I ask her a few times. she's punch drunk talking jibberish in the back of the car.
so I get out of the car and knock on the door in an attempt to ask your man did she tell him where she was going because I can't get any joy out of her.
this other fuckin bender opens the door a crack and peaks out at me.
long goatee beard, bandana, earrings, tattoos, lots of leather. mr. hardman head of security.
i politely explain the situation and the cunt goes "So what?"
so what? i'm just trying to find out where she wants to go. could I speak to the chap who helped her.
"bring her to the police station", and he slams the door in my face.
cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunt.
I pull in to swords garda station where she proceeds to puke all over herself.
