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Fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts
And recycling it for more than it’s worth.

I have been told before, that I give away too much.
Way I see it, I probably do but I guess I feel the need to be open and wear my heart on my sleeve.
Fair enough, it’s been ripped off, trampled on. But every time, I dust it off with care and stitch it back on again.

I am writing today as I have been thinking a lot about my family. In my delusions of grandeur, when I do make it as some kind of writer (probably erotic literature, oh hard engorged member) I’ll have to say that my family has highly influenced my personality.

We are very close. We have been through a hell of a lot and we all bear an almost hysterical, constant sense of humor. If we didn’t, we’d have collectively gone under a long time ago.
My Dad, is truly the rock of Gibraltar. A jovial, roguish man, with brown eyes like mine. A cleft in his chin, like mine. A wicked sense of flirtation, like mine. He loves fiercely and deeply. He does not have to speak to show it. We aren’t huge on physical affection. When Munster won a rugby final, he hugged me so tight, I thought I may suffocate. It was the best 30 seconds of my 20’s. My Dad loves music, loves to dance. A fine singer, who belts out tunes in the shower but has an uncharacteristic shyness about singing in front of strangers. He has raised myself, my four siblings on his own. Did so with great pride and dignity, despite the hardship. I can truly say, if I find a man with half my fathers measure of honor-ability, I will be bestowed a great, undeserving benevolence.

My eldest sister Kitty Cat, smart articulate, beautiful. A much more capable writer than I but she holds back, whereas I do not. Beautiful high cheek bones, and steely eyes, that should be cold but possess some kind of stoked glow. We fight like cat and dog. Luckily for me she’s in the states, so the distance makes me appreciate her even more. When she visited in Easter, we were talking about childbirth in my local. I went onto say, “No way not for me, I don’t want my Woo Ha to fall out like a slinky and suction to the floor.”
My sister Kitty then went Sluuuurp, really loudly like a suction noise, and everyone looked! I laughed so uncontrollably I sprayed the bar man with Heineken!

My sister Helly Belly…. A true martyr for the cause. No does not exist in her vocabulary. She is small, dark, pixie like. If only she had wings, she could fly from place to place, doing her good deeds. I don’t say that with sarcasm, this girl really radiates warmth and kindness. We were watching this ad on tv not so long back, about washable paint. How great it is, blah blah. Then there was a kid, who left a chocolate handprint on the wall. Helly goes, “If that was my kid, next time it would be leaving a chocolate stub print on the wall.”

My brother The Donkey, well……. I think I am like him in ways. We are very devil may care. One drink is never enough. 10 is quite sufficient but might as well have one for the road. We laugh like there is no tomorrow. We belt out some Rebel songs, always act like we are purely living in the moment, when we are deeply sensitive creatures, that sometimes worry about the future.. Then we say fuck it and call another round. When he found out I landed a job last year, after a year of being unemployed he jostled me saying “Oh you’ll have to make up for 22 years of not working, you’ll be whizzing round the shop like you’re in fast forward. All the customers will say “Is it a bird, is it a plane?” , No it’s Hessy Fitz making up for years of being a lazy bitch!” “

Nedward, probably my favorite. Yes, I have a favorite. I never said I was so diplomatic that I wasn’t flawed.
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