here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
Friday 26 November 2004
tonight i took a brain break and went for a walk. it was fairly eventful as a young boy threw a rock at me...he was a pretty good shot and hit me in the leg. he and his cronies hooted and hollered, and i kept walking. i guess you can't live in belfast for too long without being hit by some sort of projectile object......at least it was only a rock......