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Cara’s father had had a saying. “Ever since you could walk,” he would tell her, “you wanted to fly.” It was the sort of thing only a doting father would say, and the sort of thing only a doted-upon daughter … Continue reading →

“When I came back to Dublin, I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.” —Brendan Behan This last time I was courtmartialed, I was found … Continue reading →

Upon my release from hospital, I was deemed fit for active duty. Instead of the lighter assignment I expected, I was put right back into the shit. I wasn’t having it, and went absent without leave. I decided to have … Continue reading →

I decided to walk home. I told my wife. “You can’t go home again,” she says. “Sez who?” “Says everyone. ‘You can’t go home again,’ that’s what they all say, and if everyone says it, it must be true.” “Well, … Continue reading →

One day, I met my doppelganger in the street. I had read that this could be a psychologically disastrous experience. And indeed it was. Seeing as how my life seemed shattered beyond repair, I did the only thing I felt … Continue reading →